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SPRING  BLOSSOMS; 

LEAFLET  ~\V.  •       . 

I. 

There  is  no  time  so  sweet  as  spring,  When  nature  dons  her  best ; 
Dispell'd  is  gloom,  when  bud  and  bloom  Awake  from  winter's  rest. 
The  birds  again  their  carols  sing  Within  the  vernal  trees, 
And  violets  rise  with  purple  eyes  To  greet  the  gentle  breeze. 

CHORUS  : 

Springtime,  sweet  springtime,  We  love  these  joyous  hours, 
And  gaily  roam  o'er  hill  and  vale,  Among  the  fragrant  flow'rs. 

II. 

Oh,  spring  is  sweet,  for  ev'ry  flow'r  Glows  gaily  in  the  sun, 
And  in  the  air  it  breathes  a  prayer,  For  hours  so  sweet  begun ; 
Xo  longer  reigns  the  frost  and  snow,  Soft  summer  now  is  nigh ; 
The  buds  of  spring  the  tidings  bring,  That  wintry  days  must  die. 

CHORUS  : 

III. 

O'er  hill  and  dale  the  herald  roves  With  flowerets  in  his  hand, 
And  casts  away  the  blossoms  gay  To  deck  the  waking  land. 
Oh,  spring  is  sweet,  for  ev'ry  flow'r  Glows  gaily  in  the  sun ; 
And  in  the  air  it  breathes  a  prayer,  For  hours  so  sweet  begun. 


THE  TIME  OF  THE  SINGING  OF  BIRDS. 

I. 

The  time  of  the  singing  of  birds  is  come, 

The  trees  are  robed  in  green ; 
The  flow'rs  unfold  their  tints  of  gold, 

And  the  fair  pink  may  be  seen ; 
O'er  all  the  land  doth  a  promise  lie, 

The  herald  of  Summer's  reign; 
At  the  golden  beat  of  her  flying  feet 

The  old  Earth  smiles  again. 

II. 
Away  in  wood-lands  wide  and  deep 

The  shadowy  grass  bends  low, 
Before  winds  that  creep  where  daisies  sleep, 

And  the  dainty  wind-flow'rs  blow. 
And  deep  in  the  heart  of  the  dim  old  woods 

The  sun-beams  fair  have  strayed; 
Like  shafts  of  light  they  have  pierced  the  night 

By  the  arching  branches  made. 

III. 
But  not  over  meadow  and  wood  alone 

Doth  their  spell  of  beauty  steal ; 
There  are  human  hearts  whose  bitter  smarts 

Its  smile  hath  power  to  heal. 
The  time  of  the  singing  of  birds  is  come, 

And  we  pause  in  our  weary  way, 
While  the  sad  hearts  thrill  and  the  sad  eyes  fill 

At  the  breath  of  the  scented  May. 


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'CALIFORNIA  BESIDE  THE  RESTLESS  SEA. 

XVI. 


In  dear  old  California,  The  state  we  all  love  best, 

Where  grows  the  golden  poppy,  The  flow'r  of  the  Golden  West; 

Where  songbirds  gaily  singing,  All  nature  seems  in  tune, 

And  the  fragrant  orange  blossoms  Fill  the  air  with  sweet  perfume. 

My  tho'ts  are  ever  turning,  My  heart  is  ever  yearning, 

For  dear  old  California  Beside  the  restless  sea; 

On  high  the  snow-capped  mountains,  Below  the  valleys  green  ; 

No  grander  place  in  all  the  world  —  More  peaceful  and  serene. 

CHORUS  : 

California,  Golden  State,  golden  sunsets,  Golden  Gate, 
Land  of  sunshine,  fruit  and  flowers, 
Where  we  spend  life's  golden  hours. 

Land  of  health  and  beauty  fair,  Home  of  dear  old  grizzly  bear, 
We  are  ever  true  to  thee, 
California,  beside  the  restless  sea. 

Methinks  I  see  in  fancy,  The  days  of  the  Pioneers, 

When  first  they  turned  their  footsteps  Toward  the  land  we  love  so  dear, 

With  slowly  moving  oxen  And  prairie  schooners,  too, 

With  naught  to  guide  them  but  the  stars  And  Heaven's  eternal  blue. 

They  came  o'er  snowy  mountains,  And  o'er  the  burning  plain, 

Where  many,  many  dear  ones  By  the  Indians  were  slain  ; 

They  immigrated  westward,  Where  shady  palm  trees  grow, 

And  built  their  little  settlements,  So  many  years  ago. 


BLOSSOM  BELLS. 

SUNDAY  SCHOOL  SERIES  No.  I. 

Over  hill  and  valley  ring  the  blossom  bells, 
On  the  breezes  wafted  how  their  gladness  tells ; 
Summer  days  have  come  at  last  their  ringing  tells, 
Ring,  oh  ring,  ye  blossom  bells ! 

Blossom  bells,  ring,  oh  ring! 

Join  the  chorus  with  the  birds  that  sing; 

Let  your  chime  sweetly  tell 

Of  the  joy  that  fills  each  blossom  bell, 

Winter's  gloom  now  is  past, 

Summertime  is  come  with  joy  at  last, 

Blossom  bells,  ring  your  praise 

On  this  happy  day  of  days ! 

Swinging,  softly  swinging  in  the  sunlit  air, 
How  their  cheerful  music  echoes  everywhere; 
Welcome  is  the  message  which  to  us  their  bear, 
Ring,  oh  ring,  ye  blossom  bells! 

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WELCOME  SWEET  SPRING, 

SCHOOL  SONG  BOOK. 

Welcome,  sweet  Springtime,  We  greet  thee  in  song, 

Murmurs  of  gladness  fall  on  the  ear, 

Voices  long  hush'd  now  their  full  notes  prolong, 

Echoing  far  and  near. 

Sunshine  now  wakes  all  the  flowerets  from  sleep, 

Joy-giving  incense  floats  on  the  air; 

Snowdrop  and  primrose  both  timidly  peep,  Hailing  the  glad  new  year,    [bestowing. 

Balmy  and  life-breathing  breezes  are  blowing,  Swiftly  to  nature  new  vigor 

Ah,  how  my  heart  beats  with  rapture  anew, 

As  earth's  fairest  beauties  again  meet  my  view. 

Sing  then  ye  birds,  raise  your  voices  on  high ; 

Flowerets  awake  ye,  burst  into  bloom. 

Springtime  is  come  and  sweet  Summer  is  nigh. 

Sing,  then,  ye  birds,  O  sing ! 

Welcome,  sweet  Springtime.     What  joy  now  is  ours, 

Winter  has  fled  to  far  distant  climes, 

Flora  thy  presence  awaits  in  the  bowers, 

Longing  for  thy  commands. 

Brooklets  are  whisp'ring  as  onward  they  flow, 

Songs  of  delight  at  thy  glad  return, 

Boundless  the  wealth  thou  in  love  dost  bestow,  Ever  with  lavish  hands. 

How  nature  loves  thee,  each  glad  voice  disclose ; 

Herald  thou  art  of  the  time  of  the  roses. 

Ah,  how  my  heart  beats  with  rapture  anew, 

As  earth's  fairest  beauties  again  meet  my  view. 

Sing  then  ye  birds,  raise  your  voices  on  high  ; 

Flowerets  awake  ye,  burst  into  bloom ; 

Springtime  is  come  and  sweet  Summer  is  nigh. 

Sing,  then,  ye  birds,  O  sing ! 


THE  YEAR'S  AT  THE  SPRING. 

LAUREL  Music  READER. 

The  year's  at  the  spring, 
And  day's  at  the  morn, 
Morning's  at  seven, 
The  hillside's  dew  pearled ; 
The  lark's  on  the  wing, 
The  snail's  on  the  thorn, 
God's  in  his  heaven, 
All's  right  with  the  world. 


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BIRD  OF  THE  AZURE  WING. 

EDUCATIONAL. 

Bird  of  the  azure  wing,  Come,  for  it  is  the  spring.  And  high  the  white  clouds  float 
Come,  bluebird,  come,  Come,  bluebird,  come. 

Bird  of  the  circling  flight,  Softly  the  winds  of  night,  And  lonely  waters  cry, 
Come,  swallow,  come,  Come,  swallow,  come. 

Bird  of  the  silver  note, 

Come,  it  is  the  spring,  and  high  the  white  clouds  float, 

Come,  bluebird,  come,  Come,  bluebird,  come. 

Bird  of  the  twilight  sky, 

Softly  the  winds  of  night,  And  lonely  waters  cry, 

Come,  swallow,  come,  come,  Come,  swallow,  come. 


SWEET  SPRING  IS  HERE. 

ELEANOR  SMITH. 

Sweet  spring  is  here,  sweet  spring  is  here ! 
All  gloom  he'll  quickly  banish. 

With  tender  green  he  decks  each  tree, 

Fair  flow'rs  he  calls  to  vale  and  lea, 
And  winter  drear  shall  vanish, 
And  winter  drear  shall  vanish ! 

Sweet  spring  is  here,  sweet  spring  is  here ! 

Sweet  spring,  Glad  spring  is  here ! 

Sweet  spring  is  here,  sweet  spring  is  here  ! 

Restor'd  he  bringeth  hither, 
The  birdling's  songs,  the  sun's  bright  smile, 
The  bloom,  that  winter's  hand  awhile 

So  ruthlessly  did  wither, 

So  ruthlessly  did  wither ! 
Sweet  spring  is  here,  sweet  spring  is  here ! 
Sweet  spring,  Glad  spring  is  here ! 

Sweet  spring  is  here,  sweet  spring  is  here ! 
The  joyous  lark  is  singing, 

Of  life  new-born,  of  earth  so  fair; 

In  thrilling  praise  he  mounts  the  air, 

His  bright  course  heav'nward  winging, 
His  bright  course  heav'nward  winging, 

Sweet  spring  is  here,  sweet  spring  is  here ! 

Sweet  spring,  Glad  spring  is  here ! 


(4) 


SPRING  SONG. 

TEACHER'S  EDITION. 

List  to  the  bluebird,  Over  the  meadows  winging, 
Message  of  happiness  to  the  earth  'tis  bringing; 
Joy  bells  are  ringing,  caroling,  swinging, 
Vanished  is  every  sadness  :  List  to  the  bluebird, 
O'er  the  meadows  winging, 
Message  of  gladness  to  the  eartli  'tis  bringing. 

See  the  bright  sunbeams,  O'er  the  glad  world  glancing, 

Swiftly  and  joyfully  capering  and  dancing; 

Leap  to  the  measure,  Join  in  this  pleasure, 

Winter's  long  reign  is  ending : 

See  the  glad. sunbeams,  O'er  the  wide  world  glancing, 

Swiftly  descending,  capering  and  dancing. 


DAYS  OF  SPRING. 

TEACHER'S  EDITION. 

Out  among  the  daffodils, 

In  the  happy  spring, 
Running  up  and  down  the  hills, 

While  the  robins  sing. 

Out  among  the  buttercups, 

In  the  merry  May, 
Never  once  stops 

All  the  livelong  day. 

Laughing  just  for  very  glee, 

Glad  at  everything, 
Days  sweet  as  days  can  be 

In  the  happy  Spring. 


A  LITTLE  ROBIN. 

SUPPLEMENTARY  SONG  SERIES  No.  3. 

A  little  robin,  sweetly  singing,  Came  to  my  window,  on  a  Christmas  day ; 
And  from  her  little  throat  came  ringing,  A  most  melodious  lay. 
"Wake,  ye  sleepers,  on  this  joyous  morning,"  Thus  the  songster  seemed  to  sing 
"Herald  it  from  gray  dawning,  Let  your  voices  ring." 


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SPRINGTIME. 

INTERMEDIATE. 

Coming  from  over  the  mountains,  The  forests  and  hills, 
Filling  the  rivers  and  fountains,  The  brooklets  and  rills. 

CHORUS  : 

Hail,  lovely  Summer,  With  sunshine  and  shower, 
Thou  bringest  the  seedtime,  The  bud  and  the  flow'r. 

Meadows  and  fields  now  are  wearing,  Their  mantle  of  green, 
Fruit  trees  their  sweet  blossoms  bearing,  In  beauty  are  seen. 

CHORUS  : 

Birds  in  the  greenwood  are  singing,  In  songs  sweet  and  clear, 
Nature's  soft  voices  are  ringing,  The  springtime  is  here. 


GOOD  MORNING. 

INTERMEDIATE. 

The  rosy,  rosy  morning, 
Breaks  in  the  eastern  sky, 

With  golden  light  adorning, 
The  hill  tops  far  and  nigh, 
The  hill  tops  far  and  nigh. 

Come  when  the  morning  breaketh 
O'er  all  the  earth  along; 

Come  when  all  nature  waketh, 
And  sing  our  morning  song, 
And  sing  our  morning  song. 
Good  morning! 


LILY  BELLS  RING. 

LEAFLET  No.  II. 

I. 

The  lily  bells  ring  in  the  garden  fair,  To  and  fro,  soft  and  low, 
The  violets  peep  from  the  grass  to  share  The  joy  that  the  bluebirds  know. 
Swing,  swing,  lily  bells,  swing,  Whispering  softly,  the  winter  is  past, 
Ring,  ring,  joyfully  ring,  Glorious  Springtime  has  come  at  last. 

II. 

The  buttercups  stand  in  their  robes  of  gold,  Bright  and  gay,  bright  and  gay, 
The  white  clover  treasures  of  honey  hold,  And  welcome  the  happy  day. 
Swing,  swing,  lily  bells,  swing,  Whispering  softly,  the  winter  is  past, 
Ring,  ring,  joyfully  ring,  Glorious  Springtime  has  come  at  last. 

III. 

The  children  of  spring,  with  their  fragrant  breath,  Bud  and  flow'rs,  hour  by  hour, 
Repeat  the  glad  message,  there  is  no  death,  For  life  is  the  only  pow'r. 
Swing,  swing,  lily  bells,  swing,  Whispering  softly,  the  winter  is  past, 
Ring,  ring,  joyfully  ring,  Glorious  Springtime  has  come  at  last. 

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SUMMER  IS  HERE, 

ELEANOR  SMITH. 

I. 

Ev'ry  golden  morning, 
Her  locks  with  jewels  adorning, 

Shows  the  glory  near; 
Thrush  and  lark  proclaim  it, 
Happy  children  sing  it, 

"Summer,  lovely  summer's  here." 

II. 

Summer  sets  a-dancing, 
Fills  with  joy  entrancing 

Children,  birds,  and  flowers; 
Skips  the  kid  on  the  mountain, 
Darts  the  fish  in  fountain, 

Blossoms  spring  thro'  sunny  hours. 

III. 

Children,  let's  be  merry, 

To  the  meadow,  hurry, 

•     Dancing  and  skipping  like  these. 

Orchards  yield  us  their  cherries, 

Woodlands  give  us  berries, 

Robins,  music,  and  shade  trees. 


WELCOME  TO  MORNING. 

LAUREX  WREATH. 

I. 

The  sun  is  rising  o'er  the  ocean,  The  smiling  waters  greet  the  day, 
And  joyous  winds  to  dancing  motion,  Wake  the  billows  of  the  bay. 
See  where  the  clouds  roll  up  the  mountains ;  Night  has  her  misty  banner  furled ; 
And,  springing  from  a  thousand  fountains,  Light  and  joy  o'erflow  the  world. 

CHORUS  : 
Sunbeams  of  splendor  the  world  are  adorning, 

Join  in  the  chorus  the  earth  and  ocean  sing. 
Welcome  the  glory,  the  sunlight,  the  morning, 

And  make  the  joyous,  joyous  echoes  ring. 

II. 

The  birds  flit  o'er  the  dewy  meadows,  Or  carol  sweet  in  branches  high 
While  down  the  vales  the  frightened  shadows  Hasten  from  the  dawn  to  day ; 
Rocked  on  the  water's  placid  bosom,  Purely  the  water  lilies  gleam, 
While  willow  branch  and  bending  blossom,  Bid  good  morrow  to  the  stream. 

III. 

Oh  come,  let  clouds  of  grief  and  sadness,  Fly  swift  as  shades  of  night  away. 
Let  all  our  hearts,  like  birds  of  gladness,  Welcome  in  the  glad  new  day. 
Bright  flowers  and  streams,  and  birds  of  heaven,  Incense  and  praises  waft  above. 
From  hearts  and  voices  now  be  given  Song  of  praise,  and  joy  and  love. 

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AN  APPLE  ORCHARD  IN  THE  SPRING. 

LEAFLET  IX. 

I. 

Have  you  seen  an  apple  orchard  in  the  spring? 
An  English  apple  orchard  in  the  spring? 
When  the  spreading  trees  are  hoary, 
With  their  wealth  of  promised  glory 
And  the  robin  tells  its  story, 
In  the  spring,  in  the  spring. 

II. 

Have  you  walked  beneath  the  blossoms  in  the  spring? 
Beneath  the  apple  blossoms  in  the  spring? 
When  the  pink  cascades  are  falling, 
And  the  silver  brooklets  brawling, 
And  the  cuckoo  birds  soft  calling, 
In  the  spring,  in  the  spring. 

III. 

If  you  have  not,  then  you  know  not,  in  the  spring, 
The  color,  beauty,  wonder  of  the  spring. 
No  sweet  sight  can  I  remember 
Half  so  precious,  half  so  tender, 
As  the  apple  blossoms  render, 
In  the  spring,  in  the  spring. 


THE  POSTILLION. 

LEAFLET  XVII. 

Hear  the  Postillion  riding  by ! 
How  brisk  his  song, 
His  cheerful  cry — His  cheerful  cry! 
His  horse  trots  on — So  brave  and  gay 
And  in  a  trice  flies  o'er  the  way. 
O'er  plain  and  wood  for  miles  around 
In  joyous  tones  his  songs  resound. 
In  joyous  tones  his  songs  resound. 

CHORUS  : 

Tra  la  la  la—  Tra  la—  Tra  la 
Tra  la—  Tra  la—  Tra  la—  Tra  la  la  la 
Tra  la—  Tra  la—  Tra  la—  Tra  la 
Tra  la—  Tra  la—  Tra  la—  Tra  la 
Tra  la—  Tra  la—  Tra  la—  la—  la— 
Tra  la—  la—  la— 

Hear  the  Postillion  riding  by! 
I  pray  thee  not  so  quickly  fly, — 
So  quickly  fly! 

I  would  my  greeting  give  to  thee, 
My  own  fond  love  so  far  from  me, 
Thro'  wood  and  field  he  makes  his  way 
And  now  his  song  dies  away — 
And  now  his  songs  will  die  a — way. 
(8) 


THE  FOUNTAIN. 

SUPPLEMENTARY  SONG  SERIES. 
Into  the  sunshine,  Full  of  the  light, 
Leaping  and  flashing,  From  morn  till  night ; 
Into  the  moonlight,  Whiter  than  snow, 
Waving  so  flower-like  When  the  winds  blow ; 
Into  the  starlight,  Rushing  in  spray, 
Happy  at  midnight,  Happy  by  day, 
Yes,  happy  by  day, 

Ever  in  motion,  Blithesome  and  cheery, 
Still  climbing  heavenward,  never  a-weary, 
Glorious  fountain,  Let  my  heart  be 
Fresh,  changeful,  constant,  Upward  like  thee ! 
Let  my  heart  be  Fresh,  changeful,  constant, 
Glorious  fountain,  like  thee. 


MUSIC  EVERYWHERE. 

NEW  EDUCATIONAL. 

I.  SOPRANO.      There  is  music  in  the  breeze, 
It  is  singing  through  the  trees, 
Do  you  hear  it?     Do  you  hear  it? 
O  hark !  it  is  sounding  ev'rywhere, 
O  hear!  it  is  filling  all  the  air. 
It  sings  and  rings,  it  swells  and  swings, 
It  brings  ev'ry  one  a  word  of  joy. 
Then  hear  the  winning  word  it  brings 
And  answer,  ev'ry  girl  and  boy. 

I.  ALTO.  There  is  music  in  the  breeze, 

It  is  singing  through  the  trees, 

Do  you  hear  it?     Do  you  hear  it? 

O  hear  it  sounding  ev'rywhere,  sounding  ev'rywhere, 

O  hear  it  filling  all  the  air,  filling  the  air. 

Singing  and  ringing,  hear  it,  hear  it  sing, 

Bearing  us  a  message  of  joy. 

Hear  the  word  that  it  brings, 

Answer,  ev'ry  girl  and  boy. 

II.  SOPRANO.     There  is  singing  in  the  sea, 

In  the  brooklet  running  free, 
Only  listen!     Only  listen! 
The  birds'  happy  singing,  too,  we  hear, 
The  song  of  the  raindrops  calling  clear ; 
The  silver  night  with  fingers  light 
Oft  plays  on  her  harp  of  forest  leaves. 
Then  learn  to  sing  with  ev'rything 
And  listen  ev'ry  heart  that  grieves. 

II.  ALTO.  There  is  singing  in  the  sea,. 

In  the  brooklet  running  free, 
Only  listen  !     Only  listen ! 

The  song  of  happy  birds  we  hear,  song  of  happy  birds, 
The  song  of  raindrops  calling  clear,  rain  calling  clear; 
Night,  silver  night,  with  fingers,  fingers  light, 
Plays  a  harp  of  leaves,  harp  of  leaves. 
Learn  to  sing,  learn  to  sing, 
Lighten  ev'ry  heart  that  grieves. 
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THE  STREAMLET. 

INTERMEDIATE. 

Streamlet,  streamlet,  down  thro'  the  valley  thou  flowest, 

Calmly  winding,  yet  thou  dost  never  rest; 
Onward,  onward,  down  to  the  river  thou  goest, 
Ne'er  returning,  merged  in  its  heaving  breast. 
Waving  trees  bend  their  heads  in  blessings  o'er  thee, 
Sigh  the  winds,  "Oh,  stay  with  us,  we  implore  thee." 
Streamlet,  streamlet,  stay,  and  give  over  thy  motion; 
Streamlet,  streamlet,  stay,  and  be  calm,  be  blest. 

Ever  onward,  I  have  no  time  to  be  staying, 
Ever  downward,  I  cannot  cease  to  flow ; 

Onward,  seaward,  not  for  a  moment  delaying, 
Surely,  surely,  I  must  forever  go. 

As  I  journey  the  flow'rs  caress  and  love  me, 

Song  birds  chant  their  sweet  farewells  above  me; 

Onward,  seaward,  streamlets  can  never  be  staying, 
Ever,  ever,  I  must  to  ocean  go. 


HARK!  HARK!  THE  LARK. 

CHOICE  SONGS. 

Hark !  hark !  the  lark  at  heav'n's  gate  sings,  And  Phoebus  'gins  arise, 

His  steeds  to  water  at  those  springs,  On  chaliced  flow'rs  that  lies, 

On  chaliced  flow'rs  that  lies.    And  winking  Mary  buds  begin  to  ope  the  golden  eyes ; 

With  ev'rything  that  pretty  is ;  My  Lady  sweet  arise, 

With  ev'rything  that  pretty  is;  My  Lady  sweet  arise,  arise,  arise, 

My  Lady  sweet  arise,  arise ;  arise,  My  Lady  sweet,  arise. 


ISLE  OF  BEAUTY. 

CHOICE  SONGS. 

Shades  of  evening,  close  not  o'er  us,  Leave  our  lonely  barque  awhile, 
Morn,  alas !  will  not  restore  us  Yonder  dim  and  distant  isle ; 
Still  my  fancy  can  discover  Sunny  spots  where  friends  may  dwell, 
Darker  shadows  round  us  hover,  Isle  of  Beauty,  "fare  thee  well." 

'Tis  the  hour  when  happy  faces  Smile  around  the  taper's  light ; 
Who  will  fill  our  vacant  places,  Who  will  sing  our  songs  tonight  ? 
Thro'  the  mists  that  float  above  us,  Faintly  sounds  the  vesper  bell ; 
Like  a  voice  from  those  around  us,  Breathing,  "fare  thee  well." 

When  the  waves  are  round  me  breaking,  As  I  pace  the  deck  alone ; 
And  my  eye  in  vain  is  seeking  Some  green  spot  to  rest  upon ; 
What  would  I  not  give  to  wander  Where  my  old  companions  dwell? 
Absence  make  the  heart  grow  fonder,  Isle  of  Beauty,  "fare  thee  well." 

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LIKE  THE  LARK. 

I. 


Like  the  lark,  would  I  were  singing, 
Thro'  the  azure  plains  on  high, 

Over  hill  and  valley  bringing, 

Dreams  of  spring  along  the  sky, 
Dreams  of  spring  along  the  sky, 

Over  hill  and  vallev  bringing, 

Dreams  of  spring  along  the  sky, 
Dreams  of  spring  along  the  sky. 

Like  the  lark,  would  I  were  drinking, 

Draughts  of  purest  morning  air, 
Till  on  dewy  flow'rets  sinking, 
Till  on  dewy  flow'rets  sinking, 
I  could  bask  in  fragrance  rare, 
I  could  bask  in  fragrance  rare, 
Till  on  dewy  flow'rets  sinking, 
Till  on  dewy  flow'rets  sinking, 
I  could  bask  in  fragrance  rare, 
I  could  bask  in  fragrance  rare. 

Like  the  lark,  'twixt  earth  and  heaven, 

Could  I  freely  float  along, 
I  would  rivet  earth  to  heaven, 
I  would  rivet  earth  to  heaven, 
With  the  magic  of  my  song, 
With  the  magic  of  my  song, 
I  would  rivet  earth  to  heaven, 
I  would  rivet  earth  to  heaven, 
With  the  magic  of  my  song, 
With  the  magic  of  my  song. 


SONG  OF  THE  AUTUMN  LEAVES. 

LEAFLET  VI. 

The  trees  wear  gala  garments,  All  dipped  in  rainbow  dyes, 
And  some  have  copied  colors,  That  glow  in  sunset  skies  ! 
The  oak-tree  trims  in  crimson,  His  suit  of  russet  brown, 
To  grace  the  gorgeous  pageant,  Ere  leaves  come  drifting  down ! 

The  carnival  is  ended,  That  autumn  yearly  holds, 
The  sumac's  scarlet  streamers,  Are  furled  in  faded  folds; 
The  woodbine  trails  her  pennants,  The  maple  doffs  his  crown, 
The  forest  fete  is  over,  The  leaves  come  drifting  down ! 

The  wind  sings  little  lyrics,  To  call  the  leaves  away, 

He  spurs  them  on  to  races,  In  merry  chase  and  play ; 

The  children  join  the  frolic,  In  country  or  in  town, 

They  love  the  rustling  carpet,  Where  leaves  have  drifted  down ! 

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BOATMAN'S  SONG. 

UAFUST  XIV. 

I. 

Gently,  ye  billows,  come  cradle  our  boat, 
On  its  bright  pathway  in  peace  let  it  float, 
Lightly  the  breezes  bestir  the  broad  stream, 
Warm  on  the  waters  the  sunbeams  now  gleam. 

SOPRANO  : 

Softly  are  whisp'ring  the  reeds  as  they  shake, 
Songs  of  the  joy  in  the  distance  awake ; 
Softly  are  whisp'ring  the  reeds  as  they  shake, 
Songs  of  the  joy  in  the  distance  awake. 
Songs  of  the  joy  in  the  distance  awake. 

ALTO: 

Softly  are  whisp'ring  the  reeds  as  they  shake, 

Songs  of  the  joy  in  the  distance  awake,  the  distance  awake; 

Songs  of  the  joy  in  the  distance  awake; 

Songs  of  the  joy  in  the  distance  awake. 

II. 

Gently,  ye  billows,  around  us  you  play, 
Bear  us  in  safety  nor  lead  us  astray ; 
Life  and  a  river  in  this  are  as  one, 
Scarcely  we  greet  them  before  they  are  gone. 

SOPRANO  : 

Moments  like  billows  are  swift  in  their  flight, 
Moments  like  billows,  some  dark  and  some  bright ; 
Joy  let  us  grasp  when  it  visits  us  here, 
Take  down  the  sail  for  the  harbor  is  near, 
Take  down  the  sail  for  the  harbor  is  near. 

AI.TO: 

Moments  like  billows  are  swift  in  their  flight, 

Moments  like  billows,  some  dark  and  some  bright,  some  dark  and  some  bright, 

Take  down  the  sail  for  the  harbor  is  near, 

Take  down  the  sail  for  the  harbor  is  near. 


CRADLE  SONG. 

EUTERPEAN. 
I. 

Sleep,  beloved  sleep ',  Round  thee  watch  we  keep ; 
Listen  how  the  rain  doth  fall ;  How  the  neighbor's  dog  doth  call ; 
He  hath  bitten  some  one  straying,  That's  the  cause  of  this  baying, 
Round  thee  artful  watch  we  keep ;  Sleep,  beloved,  sleep. 

II. 

Close  the  weary  eye ;  Wind  doth  rustle  by ; 
Hare  doth  lift  a  list'ning  ear,  As  the  hunter's  foot  draws  near ; 
Coat  of  green  is  hunter  wearing.  But  the  hare  away  is  tearing, 
Hunter  cannot  come  him  nigh ;  Close  thy  weary  eye. 

III. 

Sleep  till  morn  arise  in  yon  azure  sky ; 

Watch-dog  now  hath  ceas'd  to  bark ;  Beggar  hides  where  all  is  dark ; 
Little  dove  her  young  is  tending;  Where  no  hunter's  foot  is  wending, 
Hare  is  hid  in  verdure  deep.     Sleep,  my  darling,  sleep. 

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CRADLE  SONG. 

SILVER  SONG  SERIES  No.  IV. 

I. 

There's  a  baby-moon  rocking  far  up  in  the  sky ; 
And  the  night-wind  is  blowing  a  soft  lullaby ; 
And  down,  away  down,  in  a  mossy-lined  nest, 
Are  five  little  birdies  'neath  mother's  warm  breast, 
Are  five  little  birdies  'neath  mother's  warm  breast. 

CHORUS  : 

O,  hush-a-by,  hush-a-by,  little  one  sleep. 

O,  hush-a-by,  hush-a-by,  little  one  sleep. 

O,  hush-a-by,  hush-a-by,  little  one  sleep. 


II. 

Enfolded  in  arms  that  a  loving  hold  keep, 
Another  wee  baby  is  rocking  to  sleep ; 
A  soft  golden  head  presses  close  to  my  heart ; 
And  darkly  fringed  eye-lids  just  drowsily  part, 
And  darkly  fringed  eye-lids  just  drowsily  part. 

CHORUS  : 


III. 

The  tiny  star  candles  are  lighting  the  way, 
For  other  wee  baby  is  rocking  to  sleep ; 
But  my  baby's  stars  are  his  mother's  brown  eyes, 
That  love  light  his  path  as  to  dreamland  he  hies, 
That  love  light  his  path  as  to  dreamland  he  hies. 

CHORUS  : 


IV. 

The  silver-moon  baby  sinks  low  in  the  west, 
The  chirping  is  hushed  in  the  little  brown  nest, 
And  swinging  and  swaying,  with  eyes  closing  fast, 
My  little  one  crosses  the  border  at  last, 
My  little  one  crosses  the  border  at  last. 

CHORUS  : 

O,  hush  thee,  O,  hush  thee,  my  little  one,  sleep. 
O,  hush  thee,  O,  hush  thee,  my  little  one,  sleep. 
O,  hush  thee,  O,  hush  thee,  my  little  one,  sleep. 


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A  SPANISH  DANCE, 

LAUREL  Music  SERIES. 

Come  where  the  moonbeams  so  lightly  are  glancing, 
Come  'neath  the  smile  of  the  loved  evening  star, 

Under  the  orange-boughs  forth  from  the  shadows, 
Stealeth  the  voice  of  the  dreamy  guitar. 

Trip  we  so  fleetly  to  music  entrancing, 

Joyous  the  heart  like  the  bird  in  its  flight, 

Gone  are  the  toils  and  the  cares  of  the  day  time, 
Welcome  the  bliss  of  the  beautiful  night. 

Dreamy  and  sweet  the  guitars  still  are  ringing, 
Calm  lies  the  village  beneath  the  moon's  kiss, 

Faster  the  heart  beats,  its  joy  is  a  rapture, 
Would  we  could  glide  on  forever  like  this. 


ALL  ABOARD  FOR  BLANKET  BAY. 

SHEET  Music. 

I. 

There's  a  ship  sails  away  at  the  close  of  each  day, 
Sails  away  to  the  land  of  dreams. 
Mama's  little  boy  Blue,  is  the  Captain  and  crew, 
Of  this  wonderful  ship,  "Called  the  White  Pillow  Slip,' 
When  the  day's  play  is  o'er,  and  the  toys  on  the  floor 
Cast  aside  by  a  little  brown  hand, 
Mama  hugs  him  up  tight,  Papa  whispers  good  night, 
Little  sailor  boy,  sail  into  sweet  slumber  land. 

CHORUS  : 

All  aboard  for  Blanket  Bay, 
Won't  come  back  'till  the  break  of  day ; 
Roll  him  round  in  his  little  white  sheet 
Till  you  can't  see  his  little  bare  feet. 
Then  you  tuck  him  up  in  his  trundle  bed, 
Ship  ahoy,  little  sleepy  head. 
Bless  Mama,  bless  Papa,  and  sail  away, 
All  aboard  for  Blanket  Bay. 

There  was  one  night  the  ship  took  a  wonderful  trip, 

And  the  Captain  came  home  next  day 

With  his  little  voice  hushed,  And  his  little  face  flushed, 

From  a  fever  he'd  caught  In  the  Slumberland  Port ; 

And  they  watched  by  his  bed,  till  the  old  doctor  said 

He's  asleep,  danger's  past,  come  away. 

Mama  kissed  her  boy  Blue,  Papa  hugged  him  up  too ; 

There  were  tears  in  his  eyes  as  he  sang  Blanket  Bay. 


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THE  LITTLE  DUSTMAN. 

TEACHER'S  EDITION. 

The  flowers  all  sleep  soundly,  Beneath  the  moon's  bright  ray; 
They  nod  their  heads  together,  And  dream  the  night  away. 
The  murm'ring  trees  wave  to  and  fro,  And  whisper  soft  and  low, 
Sleep  on,  sleep  on,  sleep  on,  my  little  one. 

At  ev'ry  window  peeping,  The  Dustman  shows  his  head, 
To  see  if  all  good  children,  Are  fast  asleep  in  bed. 
And  sprinkles  dust  into  the  eyes  Of  ev'ry  one  he  spies, 
Sleep  on,  sleep  on,  sleep  on,  my  little  one. 

CRADLE  SONG. 

TEACHER'S  EDITION. 

Sleep,  baby,  sleep,  Thy  father  guards  the  sheep; 
Thy  mother  is  shaking  the  dreamland  tree, 
And  down  comes  a  beautiful  dream  for  thee, 
Sleep,  baby,  sleep;  Sleep,  baby,  sleep. 

Sleep,  baby,  sleep,  The  large  stars  are  the  sheep, 
The  wee  little  stars  are  the  lambs,  I  guess, 
The  beautiful  moon  is  the  shepherdess; 
Sleep,  baby,  sleep ;  Sleep,  baby,  sleep. 

GIPSY  SONG. 

LAUREI,  Music  READER. 

L 

Hola,  Hola,  Hola,  Hola,  The  world  belongs  to  me, 
A  gipsy  lad,  Whose  life  is  glad,  I  love  whate'er  I  see. 
Hola,  Hola,  Hola,  Hola,  My  days  are  filled  with  joy, 
And  all  the  earth  is  sweet  with  mirth  for  me,  a  gipsy  boy. 

CHORUS  : 

Ah,  how  good  just  to  me,  When  the  blue  deeps  of  night 
Bring  their  peace  to  the  wood  where  we  live  with  delight ; 
When  the  fire  sings  its  tune,  and  the  sweet  voices  ring 
In  our  hearts,  then  'tis  June,  and  the  gipsy  lad's  a  king. 

II. 

Hola,  Hola,  Hola,  Hola,  The  freedom  of  the  downs, 

Is  dearer  far  than  riches  are  in  prison  walls  of  towns. 

Hola,  Hola,  Hola,  Hola,  Oh  come  and  live  with  me 

Where  summer  shines  on  singing  pines,  and  calls  you  to  be  free. 

LULLABY. 

Golden  slumbers  kiss  your  eyes, 
Smiles  await  you  when  you  rise ; 
Sleep,  pretty  lov'd  one,  do  not  cry, 
And  I  will  sing  your  lullaby,  lullaby. 

'Neath  the  drowsy,  drooping  lid, 
Dreams  from  fairyland  are  hid ; 
Sleep,  pretty  lov'd  one,  do  not  cry, 
And  I  will  sing  your  lullaby,  lullaby. 

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SWEET  AND  LOW. 

TEACHER'S  EDITION. 

Sweet  and  Low,  Sweet  and  Low, 

Wind  of  the  western  sea, 
Low,  low  breathe  and  blow, 

Wind  of  the  western  sea, 
O'er  the  rolling  waters  go, 
Come  from  the  dying  moon  and  blow, 
Blow  him  again  to  me — While  my  little  one, 
While  my  little  one,  sleeps. 

Sleep  and  rest,  Sleep  and  rest, 

Father  will  come  to  thee  soon, 
Rest,  rest  on  mother's  breast, 

Father  will  come  to  thee  soon, 
Father  will  come  to  his  babe  in  the  nest, 
Silver  sails  all  out  of  the  west, 

Under  the  silver  moon — 
Sleep  my  little  one — sleep  my  pretty  one,  sleep. 


ROCKIN'  IN  DE  WIN'. 

LEAFI^T  III. 

I. 

Sleep,  ma  little  baby  'Coon, 
Underneath  de  big  roun'  moon; 
W'en  yo's  in  de  tree  a-swingin', 
Mammy  jes'  can't  keep  from  singin', 
Sleep,  ma  little  baby  'Coon. 
Hunters  like  a  'Coon  yo'  size, 
Flash  de  light  to  fin'  yo'  eyes — 
Jes'  keep  still  till  dey  go  by, 
Sleep,  ma  little  baby  'Coon. 
Rockin'  in  de  win',  so  slow, — 
Mm ,  jes'  so. 

II. 

If  yo'  hear  de  hunters  roun', 
Don'  yo'  make  de  least-es'  soun'; 
I'll  take  keer  ma  little  baby, 
Guess  I  fool  de  hunters,  maybe, 
Sleep  ma  little  baby  'Coon. 
Even  if  dey  fin'  dis  tree, 
Keep  ez  still  ez  yo'  can  be ; 
Close  yo'  eyes  so  dey  can't  see, 
Den  jes'  leave  de  res'  ter  me: 
Sleep,  ma  little  baby  'Coon. 
Rockin'  in  de  win',  so  slow, — 
Mm ,  jes'  so. 

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DIP,  BOYS,  DIP  THE  OAR, 

I. 

"Tis  moonlight  on  the  sea,  Boys, 
Our  boat  is  on  the  strand; 

She  bids  us  all  be  free,  Boys, 
And  seek  a  fairer  land. 

CHORUS  : 

Dip,  boys,  dip  the  oar, 
Bid  farewell  to  the  dusky  shore; 
Freedom  ours  shall  be 
As  we  cross  the  deep  blue  sea. 

II. 

The  zephyrs  woo  the  spray,  Boys, 
Their  laughter  fills  the  air, 

We'll  bid  them  wake  our  song,  Boys, 
And  steal  away  our  care. 

III. 

What  tho'  the  dark  rocks  frown,  Boys, 
Their  home  is  on  the  shore. 

When  fairer  lands  appear,  Boys, 
Our  dangers  will  be  o'er. 


BABY  PINK  AND  WHITE. 

SEVEN  HEART  SONGS. 

I. 

Baby,  baby,  pink  and  white, 
Shut  those  lips  of  laughter  tight, 
For  the  bees  think  that  these 
Roses  are  for  their  delight. 
Shut  them  with  a  kiss,  good  night ; 
Shut  them  with  a  kiss,  good  night. 

II. 

Baby,  baby,  white  and  pink, 
Close  your  eyelids  wink  by  wink, 
For  the  flies  in  your  eyes 
See  sweet  violets,  they  think. 
So  to  downy  slumber  sink; 
So  to  downy  slumber  sink. 

Ill, 

Lightest  dreams  upon  thee  creep, 
Watch  above  thee  I  will  keep ; 
Flies  and  bees,  birds  and  breeze, 
Lull  thee  into  slumber  deep. 
Baby,  baby,  fall  asleep; 
Baby,  baby,  fall  asleep. 

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SANTA  LUCIA. 

WORI,D-WIDE  FAVORITES. 

I. 

Moonlight  so  sweet  and  pale, 

From  heaven  falling; 
Wavelets  that  murmur  low, 

To  us  are  calling; 
White  is  the  summer  night, 
Summer  sea,  silver  bright, 
Santa  Lucia,  Santa  Lucia. 

II. 

Soft  winds  that  come  and  go, 

Coolness  are  bringing; 
Bearing  on  gentle  wings, 

Echoes  of  singing; 
Waits  the  light  boat  for  thee, 
Floats  o'er  the  waves  with  me, 
Santa  Lucia,  Santa  Lucia. 

III. 

O  joy  to  lie  at  rest, 

Drifting  and  dreaming; 
On  ocean's  peaceful  breast, 

'Neath  moonlight  gleaming; 
Bride  of  the  summer  sea, 
Naples,  thy  child  to  be, 
Santa  Lucia,  Santa  Lucia. 


BARCAROLLE. 

INTERMEDIATE. 

Moonbeams  on  the  water  bright,  With  silv'ry  radiance  gleaming, 

Balmy  breezes  soft  and  light,  Waft  perfume  thro'  the  night; 

In  our  bonnie  boat  we  glide,  While  lovelit  eyes  are  beaming; 

Gently  floating  side  by  side  Upon  the  rippling  tid.e. 

The  twinkling  stars  above  With  their  softened  rays  streaming. 

The  twinkling  stars  above,  Thrill  our  hearts  with  their  smile, 

Thrill  our  hearts  with  their  smile—  Ah ! 

Moonbeams  on  the  water  bright,  With  silv'ry  radiance  gleaming, 

Balmy  breezes  soft  and  light,  Waft  perfume  thro'  the  night. 

Ah !   ...   while  the  stars  are  gleaming,  In  our  bonnie  boat  we  glide, 

Ah!  ah!  ah!  ah!  ah!  ah!  ah!  ah! 


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ALL  THROUGH  THE  NIGHT. 

TEACHER'S  EDITION. 

Sleep,  my  child,  and  peace  attend  thee,  All  thro'  the  night; 
Guardian  angels  God  will  send  thee,  All  thro'  the  night. 
Soft  the  drowsy  hours  are  creeping,  Hill  a-nd  vale  in  slumber  steeping, 
I  my  loving  vigil  keeping,  All  thro'  the  night. 

While  the  moon  her  watch  is  keeping,  All  thro'  the  night; 
While  the  weary  world  is  sleeping,  All  thro'  the  night. 
O'er  thy  spirit  gently  stealing,  Visions  of  delight  revealing, 
Breathes  a  pure  and  holy  feeling,  All  thro'  the  night. 

Hark,  a  solemn  bell  is  ringing,  Clear  thro'  the  night ; 
Thou,  my  love,  art  heavenward  singing,  Home  thro'  the  night. 
Earthly  dust  from  off  thee  shaken,  By  good  angels  art  thou  taken, 
Soul  immortal  shalt  thou  waken,  Home  thro'  the  night. 


THE  GONDOLIERS. 

I. 

Gondolier,  the  moon  is  shining, 

Thro'  the  clouds  her  rays  are  streaming; 
On  the  margins  see  their  silv'ry  lining, 

Round  our  gondola  the  waves  are  gleaming 
Like  a  thousand  jewels  sparkling, 
O'er  the  tide  below  them  darkling, 
From  their  oars  so  gently  playing 
In  the  shining  waters  crystal  drops  are  spraying. 

II. 
Gondolier,  now  let  thy  singing, 

Softly  stir  the  air  of  even; 
Sing  the  ancient  songs  of  Venice  bringing 

Back  the  glory  men  of  old  have  given, 
Let  the  music  grandly  swelling, 
When  their  valor  thou  art  telling, 
Die  in  murmurs,  falling,  rising, 
Music  with  the  music  sweetly  harmonizing. 


THE  VIOLET. 

TEACHER'S  EDITION. 

Down  in  a  green  and  shady  bed,.  A  modest  violet  grew ; 
Its  stalk  was  bent,  it  hung  its  head,  As  if  to  hide  from  view. 
And  yet  it  was  a  lovely  flow'r,  Its  colors  bright  and  fair; 
It  might  have  graced  a  rosy  bower,  Instead  of  hiding  there. 

Yet  there  it  was  content  to  bloom,  In  modest  tints  arrayed; 
And  there  diffused  a  sweet  perfume,  Within  its  silent  shade. 
Then  let  me  to  the  valley  go,  This  pretty  flow'r  to  see ; 
That  I  may  also  learn  to  grow,  In  sweet  humility. 

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MY  MAMMY'S  VOICE. 

When  I  was  a  little  pickaninny,  long  ago, 

My  ole  mammy  use'  ter  sing  de  sweetes'  song  I  know ; 

Wid  her  croonin'  an'  her  hummin',  When  she  see  de  Sandman  comin' 

To  de  Land  o'  Nod  she'd. rock  me  very  soft  and  slow. 

CHORUS  : 

When  work  is  troo,  and  day  is  done, 
As  I  set  an'  watch  de  sinkin'  sun, 

Hear  my  mammy  singing  all  de  songs  I  use'  ter  know ; 
Ain't  no  voice  so  sweet  an'  clear,  so  sweet  an'  clear, 
Ain't  no  tunes  ter  me  is  half  so  dear, 
As  de  songs  my  mammy  sung  me,  In  de  long  ago,  de  long  ago. 

Dere  is  music  in  de  clock  a-tickin'  on  de  wall, 

Dere  is  singing  in  de  kittle  wid  its  bubblin'  call, 

Sweet  de  cricket's  merry  strummin',  And  de  bumblebees  a-hummin', 

But  de  singin'  ob  my  mammy  war  de  bes'  ob  all. 


BARCAROLLE. 

SILVER  SONG  SERIES  IV. 
Glide,  little  boat,  o'er  the  waves  that  are  glancing, 

Kissed  by  the  sunshine  and  rocked  by  the  breeze ; 
Dance  little  boat,  for  our  hearts  too  are  dancing, 

Wakened  to  joy  by  such  moments  as  these. 

Glide,  little  boat,  o'er  the  waves  that  are  sighing, 
Under  the  smile  of  the  sunset's  last  ray; 

Breathe  we  a  song  for  the  hours  that  are  dying, 
Why  wilt  thou  leave  us,  oh,  beautiful  day? 

Drift,  little  boat,  on  the  dim  starlit  waters, 

Rock  we  like  babes  on  the  ocean's  great  breast; 

Ever  she  cradles  her  sons  and  her  daughters, 
Whispering  love  songs  of  peace  and  of  rest. 


COME,  OH,  COME  WITH  ME. 

LEAFLET  No.  VII. 

I. 

Come,  O  come  with  me,  the  moon  is  beaming, 
Come,  O  come  with  me,  the  stars  are  gleaming; 
All  around,  above,  with  beauty  teeming; 
Moonlight  hours  have  joys  for  me. 

CHORUS  : 

Tra  la  la  la  —  la  la'—  la  la  —  la  la 
Tra  la  la  la  —  la  la  —  la  la  —  la 

II. 

My  skiff  is  by  the  shore,  she's  light  and  free, 
To  ply  the  feather'd  oar,  is  joy  to  me; 
And  while  we  glide  along  o'er  the  dark  blue  sea, 
We'll  sing  our  sweetest  melody. 
(20) 


BOBOLINK. 

INSTITUTE  SONGS. 

I. 

Bobolink,  swinging  on  the  bough,  Listen  awhile  to  me, 
Answer  some  questions  for  me  now,  Of  some  of  the  things  I  see. 

CHORUS  : 

Bobolink,  tell  me,  tell  me  true,  How  does  the  clover  grow? 
Where  do  the  daisies  find  their  frill,  What  makes  the  ocean  waves  go? 
Where  does  the  rainbow  start  and  end?     What  makes  the  sky  so  blue? 
Tell  me  the  reason,  my  little  friend  Bobolink,  answer  me  true. 

II. 

Bobolink,  darting  to  and  fro,  Many  a  sight  you  see, 

Surely  the  reasons  you  must  know,  So  won't  you  explain  to  me? 

CHORUS  : 

Bobolink,  tell  me,  tell  me  true,  How  does  the  shadow  fall? 
How  does  the  robin  build  her  nest?    Where  does  she  learn  her  soft  call? 
What  makes  the  grass  so  fresh  and  green?     Dotted  with  flowers,  too? 
Some  of  these  things  you  have  surely  seen.     Bobolink,  answer  me  true. 


CANADIAN  BOAT  SONG. 

•       CHOICE  SONGS. 

I. 

Faintly  as  tolls  the  evening  chime, 
Our  voices  keep  tune  and  our  oars  keep  time, 
Our  voices  keep  tune  and  our  oars  keep  time, 
Soon  as  the  woods  on  shore  look  dim, 
We'll  sing  at  St.  Ann's  our  parting  hymn ; 
Row,  brothers,  row,  the  stream  runs  fast. 

CHORUS  : 

The  rapids  are  near,  and  the  day-light's  past ; 
The  rapids  are  near,  and  the  day-light's  past. 

II. 

Why  should  we  yet  our  sail  unfurl, 
There  is  not  a  breath  the  blue  wave  to  curl, 
There  is  not  a  breath  the  blue  wave  to  curl ; 
But  when  the  wind  blows  off  the  shore, 
O  sweetly  we'll  rest  the  weary  oar ; 
Blow,  breezes,  blow,  the  stream  runs  fast. 

III. 

Utawa's  tide,  this  trembling  moon, 
Shall  see  us  float  o'er  the  surges  soon, 
Shall  see  us  float  o'er  the  surges  soon. 
Saint  of  this  green  isle,  hear  our  prayers, 
O  grant  us  cool  heavens  and  fav'ring  airs. 
Blow,  breezes,  blow,  the  stream  runs  fast. 
(21) 


INDIAN  LULLABY. 

INSTITUTE  SONG. 
Rock-a-bye,  my  little  owlet, 

In  thy  mossy,  swaying  nest, 
With  thy  little  woodland  brothers, 

Close  thine  eyes  and  take  thy  rest. 
To  whoo,  to  whoo,  to  whoo,  to  whoo. 

Hush-a-bye,  my  little  owlet, 

Many  voices  sing  to  thee, 
"Hush-a-bye,"  the  water  whispers, 

"Hush,"  replies  the  tall  pine  tree. 
To  whoo,  to  whoo,  to  whoo,  to  whoo. 

Sleep,  O  sleep,  my  little  owlet, 

Through  our  tent  the  moon  shines  bright, 
Like  a  great  eye  it  will  watch  thee, 

Sleep  till  comes  the  morning  light. 
To  whoo,  to  whoo,  to  whoo,  to  whoo. 


FAIRY  TALE  TOWER, 

LEAFI^T  No.  VIII. 

This  is  the  Tower  of  Fairy-Tales,  Where  at  dusk  the  door's  ajar; 
Where  at  close  of  day  when  we're  tired  of  play,  We  gather  from  near  and  far, 
Where  every  wonderful  tale  is  told,  As  we  sit  in  a  cozy  ring, 
And  where  sometimes  old  tinkling  rhymes  We  all  of  us  softly  sing, 
Or,  perhaps,  we  sit  and  just  watch  the  moon  AncKits  light  on  the  far  seen  sails. 
Ah,  lucky  are  they  who  can  find  the  way  To  the  Tower  of  Fairy-Tales. 

KENTUCKY  BABE. 

LEAFLET  No.  III. 

Skeeters  am  a-hummin'  on  de  honeysuckle  vine, 

Sleep,  Kentucky  Babe! 
Sandman  am  a-cornin'  to  dis  little  coon  of  mine, 

Sleep,  Kentucky  Babe! 

Silv'ry  moon  am  shinin'  in  the  heabens  up  above, 
Bobolink  am  pinin'  fo'  his  little  lady  love, 
You  is  mighty  lucky,  Babe  of  old  Kentucky, 

Close  yo'  eyes  in  sleep. 

Fly  away,  fly  away  Kentucky  Babe,  fly  away  to  rest, 
Fly  away,  Lay  yo'  kinky,  woolly  head  on  yo'  mammy's  breast, 

Um  —  Um  —  close  yo'  eyes  in  sleep. 

Daddy's  in  the  cane-brake  wid  his  little  dog  and  gun, 

Sleep,  Kentucky  Babe  ! 
'Possom  fo'  yo'  breakfast  when  yo'  sleepin'  time  is  done, 

Sleep,  Kentucky  Babe! 

Bogie  man  '11  ketch  yo'  sure  unless  yo'  close  yo'  eyes, 
Waitin'  jes'  outside  de  doo'  to  take  yo'  by  surprise, 
Bes'  be  keepin'  shady,  Little  colored  Lady, 

Close  yo'  eyes  in  sleep. 

Fly  away,  fly  away  Kentucky  Babe,  fly  away  to  rest, 
Fly  away,  Lay  yo'  kinky,  woolly  head  on  yo'  mammy's  breast, 

Um  —  Um  —  close  yo'  eyes  in  sleep. 
(22) 


I  LOVE  YOU,  CALIFORNIA. 

SHEET  Music. 

I  love  you,  California,  you're  the  greatest  state  of  all, 
I  love  you  in  the  winter,  summer,  spring,  and  in  the  fall. 
I  love  your  fertile  valleys ;  your  dear  mountains  I  adore. 
I  love  your  grand  old  ocean,  and  I  love  her  rugged  shore. 

CHORUS  : 

Where  the  snow  crowned  Golden  Sierras 
Keep  their  watch  o'er  the  valley's  bloom, 
It  is  there  I  would  be  in  our  land  by  the  sea, 
Every  breeze  bearing  rich  perfume ; 
It  is  here  nature  gives  of  her  rarest, 
It  is  Home  Sweet  Home  to  Me, 
And  I  know  when  I  die  I  shall  breathe  my  last  sigh 
For  my  sunny  California. 

I  love  your  redwood  forests,  love  your  fields  of  yellow  grain. 
I  love  your  summer  breezes,  and  I  love  your  winter  rain; 
I  love  you,  land  of  flowers;  land  of  honey,  fruit  and  wine. 
I  love  you,  California;  you  have  won  this  heart  of  mine. 

I  love  your  old  gray  Missions,  love  your  vineyards  stretching  far. 

I  love  you,  California,  with  your  Golden  Gate  ajar. 

I  love  your  purple  sunsets,  love  your  skies  of  azure  blue. 

I  love  you,  California;  I  just  can't  help  loving  you. 

I  love  you,  Catalina ;  you  are  very  dear  to  me. 

I  love  you,  Tamalpais,  and  I  love  Yosemite. 

I  love  you,  Land  of  Sunshine,  half  your  beauties  are  untold. 

I  loved  you  in  my  childhood,  and  I'll  love  you  when  I'm  old. 


THE  BUSY  LARK. 

LEAFLET  No.  III. 

The  busy  lark,  messenger  of  day, 
Salutes  in  her  song  the  morrow  gray, 
And  fiery  Phoebus  riseth  up  so  bright 
That  all  the  orient  laugheth  at  the  sight, 
And  with  his  streamers  dryeth  in  the  greaves 
The  silver  drops  hanging  on  the  leaves. 


(23) 


IN  THE  WOODS. 

ELEANOR  SMITH. 

I. 

O  come,  the  woods  are  shady, 
We'll  hasten  now  and  run 
In  coolest,  darkest  places — 
To  hide  us  from  the  sun. 
La — la  la  la,  la  la  la  la, 
La,   la  la  la,  la  la  la  la, 
La,   la  la  la,  la  la  la  la, 
La,    la  la  la,  la  la  la  la, 
La,   la,  la,  la. 

II. 

The  branches  cross  their  ringers, 
The  sun  looks  down  between, 
And  everywhere  he  lingers 
The  grass  is  emerald  green. 
La— la  la  la,  la  la  la  la, 
La,   la  la  la,  la  la  la  la, 
La,   la  la  la,  la  la  la  la, 
La,   la  la  la,  la  la  la  la, 
La,   la,  la,  la. 

III. 

The  shy  wood-blossoms  tremble, 

The  wind  has  just  begun; 
They  gather  in  the  shadows 
To  shield  them  from  the  sun. 
La— la  la  la,  la  la  la  la, 
La,   la  la  la,  la  la  la  la, 
La,   la  la  la,  la  la  la  la, 
La,   la  la  la,  la  la  la  la, 
La,   la,  la,  la. 

IV. 
O  sweet  the  spicy  odors, 

We'll  stay  till  day  is  done, 
To  breathe  the  woodland  fragrance 
And  hide  us  from  the  sun. 
La— la  la  la,  la  la  la  la, 
La,   la  la  la,  la  la  la  la, 
La,    la  la  la,  la  la  la  la, 
La,   la  la  la,  la  la  la  la, 
La,   la,  la,  la. 

(24) 


FAREWELL  TO  THE  WOODS. 

INTERMEDIATE. 

Verdant  grove,  farewell  to  thee,  Clad  in  vernal  beauty; 
Thine  my  parting  song  shall  be,  "Tis  a  sacred  duty; 
Let  thy  warblers'  tuneful  throng  Bear  the  echoes  of  my  song 
Far  o'er  hill  and  valley,  Far  o'er  hill  and  valley. 

What  delight  to  linger  here,  'Mid  the  shady  bowers; 

From  the  silver  fountain  clear,  Culling  fragrant  flowers ; 

Would  I  might  with  garlands  crowned,  Breathing  odors  sweet  around, 

Tarry  with  thee  longer,  Tarry  with  thee  longer. 

But  the  night  forbids  my  stay,  I  must  leave  thee  in  sorrow ; 

To  your  rest,  ye  birds  away,  And  dream  of  the  morrow. 

Fare  ye  well,  ye  shadowy  bow'rs,  With  your  blooming  fragrant  flow'rs, 

Till  another  meeting,  Till  another  meeting. 


THE  POSTILLION. 

EUTERPEAN. 

I. 

The  night  is  late,  we  dare  not  wait,  The  winds  begin  to  blow, 
And  ere  we  gain  the  hollow  plain,  There'll  be  a  storm  I  trow, 
And  as  we  pass  the  Beggar's  tree,  Look  out'n  the  dark,  look  out, 
The  phantom  horseman  you  will  see,  He'll  crack  his  whip  and  shout, 

Hola!  Hola!  Hola !     Who's  for  the  coach  tonight? 

For  we  are  bound  for  Bristol  town,  Before  the  morning  light. 
Hola!  Hola!  Hola!  Hola! 

II. 

Then  one  glass  more,  the  ale  is  fair ;  A  toast,  sweet  ladies  fair, 
To  each  man's  home,  good  masters  mine,  And  may  he  soon  be  there ! 
The  sparks  shall  flash  as  on  we  dash,  The  clattering  wheels  shall  spin, 
And  every  sleeping  loon  shall  stir,  To  see  the  coach  roll  in. 

Hola!  Hola!  Hola!     Who's  for  the  coach  tonight? 

For  we  are  bound  for  Bristol  town,  Before  the  morning  light. 
Hola!  Hola!  Hola!  Hola! 


THE  DANCERS. 

XAUREL  Music  READER. 

Come  where  the  viols  are  singing,  And  the  merry  laughter  of  beauty  is  ringing; 
Where  the  laddies  and  the  lassies  Dance  as  sprightly  as  leaves  in  the  breeze. 
See  how  the  soft  shadows  all  abloom,  Dance  with  the  sun  through  the  trees, 
See  every  cloud  with  its  growing  plume,  Dances  in  time  to  the  breeze. 
Swallows  are  wheeling  in  airy  flights,  Filled  with  the  laughter  of  May, 
Over  the  fields  where  children  delight  To  dance  through  the  gold  of  day ; 
Over  the  fields  where  children  delight  To  dance  through  the  gold  of  the  day. 

Dancing,  dancing. 

Come  where  the  viols  are  singing,  And  the  merry  laughter  of  beauty  is  ringing; 
Where  the  laddies  and  the  lassies  Dance  as  sprightly  as  leaves  in  the  breeze. 

(25) 


THE  LITTLE  TIN  SOLDIER. 

LEAFLET  XIV. 

He  was  a  little  tin  soldier,  One  little  leg  had  he; 
She  was  a  little  fairy  dancer,  Bright  as  bright  could  be; 
She  had  a  castle  and  garden,  He  but  an  old  box  dim; 
She  was  a  dainty  rose-lover,  Far  too  grand  for  him. 
He  was  a  little  tin  soldier,  One  little  leg  had  he; 
Bravely  shouldered  his  musket,  Fain  her  love  would  be. 

Once  as  he  watched  his  rose-lover,  Winds  from  the  north  did  blow, 

Swept  him  out  of  the  casement  Down  to  a  stream  below. 

True  to  his  little  lady,  Still  he  shouldered  his  gun; 

Soon,  so  soon  came  the  darkness,  Life  and  love  undone. 

He  was  a  little  tin  soldier,  One  little  leg  had  he; 

Ne'er  in  the  world  a  lover  Half  so  true  could  be. 

Once  more  he  sees  his  rose-love,  Still  she  is  dancing  gay, 

He  is  worn  and  faded,  Loyal  still  for  aye. 

Then  came  a  hand  that  swept  them  into  a  furnace  wide, 

Parted  in  life,  in  dying  They  are  side  by  side. 

Ah  for  the  little  tin  soldier,  Ah  for  her  cruelty. 

There  lies  her  rose  in  ashes,  There  his  loyal  little  heart. 


SAILING. 

Y'heave  ho,  my  lads,  the  wind  blows  free, 

A  pleasant  gale  is  on  our  lee 

And  soon  across  the  ocean  clear, 

Our  gallant  barque  shall  bravely  steer ; 

But  ere  we  part,  from  England's  shore  tonight 

A  song  we'll  sing,  For  home. and  beauty  bright. m 

CHORUS  : 

Then  here's  to  the  sailor,  and  here's  to  the  heart  so  true ; 
Who  will  think  of  him  upon  the  waters  blue? 
Sailing,  sailing,  over  the  bounding  main, 
For  many  a  stormy  wind  shall  blow, 
Ere  Jack  comes  home  again; 
Sailing,  sailing,  over  the  bounding  main, 
For  many  a  stormy  wind  shall  blow, 
Ere  Jack  conies  home  again. 

A  sailor's  life  is  bold  and  free, 

His  home  is  on  the  rolling  sea ; 

And  never  life  more  true  and  brave 

Than  he  who  launches  on  the  wave ; 

Afar  he  speeds,  in  distant  climes  to  roam, 

With  jocund  song,  He  rides  the  sparkling  foam. 

CHORUS  : 
Then  here's  to  the  sailor,  etc. 

The  tide  is  flowing  with  the  gale, 
Y'heave  ho,  my  lads,  set  every  sail ; 
The  harbor  bar  we  soon  shall  clear, 
Farewell  once  more  to  home  so  dear; 
For  when  the  tempest  rages  loud  and  long, 
That  home  shall  be  our  guiding  star  among. 

CHORUS  : 

Then  here's  to  the  sailor,  etc. 
(26) 


A  STORY. 

TEACHER'S  EDITION. 

Down  in  a  garden  olden, 
Just  where  I  do  not  know, 

A  buttercup  all  golden 

Chanced  near  a  rose  to  grow, 
Chanced  near  a  rose  to  grow, 

And  every  morning  early, 
Before  all  birds  were  up, 

A  tiny  dewdrop  pearly, 
Fell  in  this  dainty  cup. 

This  was  the  drink  of  water 
Sipped  by  the  rose  each  day, 

But  no  one  yet  has  caught  her, 
Drinking  in  such  a  way, 
Drinking  in  such  a  way, 

Of  course  it  is  not  treason 
To  say  that  thus  she  sips, 

And  that  is  just  the  reason 
She  has  such  dewy  lips. 


THE  LORD  IS  MY  SHEPHERD. 

XII. 


The  Lord  is  my  shepherd,  No  want  shall  I  know; 
I  walk  in  green  pastures,  Safe  folded  I  rest  ; 
He  leadeth  my  feet  Where  the  still  waters  flow, 
Restores  me  when  wand'ring,  Redeems  when  oppressed; 
Restores  me  when  wand'ring,  Redeems,  when  oppressed. 

Let  goodness  and  .mercy,  My  bountiful  Lord, 

Still  follow  my  steps  Till  I  meet  thee  above; 

I  seek  by  the  path  Which  my  forefathers  trod 

Thro'  the  land  of  their  sojourn,  Thy  kingdom  of  love; 

Thro'  the  land  of  their  sojourn,  Thy  kingdom  of  love. 


MY  HEART'S  IN  THE  HIGHLANDS. 

LEAFLET  No.  II. 
I. 

My  heart's  in  the  Highlands,  my  heart  is  not  here; 
My  heart's  in  the  Highlands  a-chasing  the  deer; 
A-chasing  the  wild  deer,  and  foll'wing  the  roe, 
My  heart's  in  the  Highlands  wherever  I  go. 

II. 

Farewell  to  the  Highlands,  farewell  to  the  North, 
The  birthplace  of  valour,  the  country  of  worth; 
Wherever  I  wander,  wherever  I  rove, 
The  hills  of  the  Highlands  forever  I  love. 

III. 

Farewell  to  the  mountains  high,  covered  with  snow; 
Farewell  to  the  straits  and  green  valleys  below ; 
Farewell  to  the  forests  and  wild  hanging  woods; 
Farewell  to  the  torrents  and  loud-pouring  floods. 

IV. 

My  heart's  in  the  Highlands,  my  heart  is  not  here; 
My  heart's  in  the  Highlands  a-chasing  the  deer ; 
A-chasing  the  wild  deer,  and  foll'wing  the  roe, 
My  heart's  in  the  Highlands  wherever  I  go. 


THE  SECRET. 


I. 

I  know  the  most  beautiful  secret, 

The  dearest  that  ever  you  heard; 
It's  all  about  something  so  cunning 

That  belongs  to  a  little  brown  bird; 
I'd  just  love  to  tell  you  about  it, 

I  know  you'd  enjoy  it  right  well; 
But  you  see,  when  the  mother  bird  told  me, 

I  promised  I  never  would  tell, 

I  promised  I  never  would  tell. 

II. 

It's  up  in  the  limb  of  the  oak  tree, 
This  thing  that  she  told  me  about  ; 

It's  fastened  so  tight  and  so  cozy 
That  nobody'll  ever  fall  out.' 

I  wish  I  could  show  you  what's  in  there, 
And  take  you  to  see  them,  as  well  ; 

But  I  can't  for  I  solemnly  promised 
That  truly  I  never  would  tell, 
I  promised  I  never  would  tell. 

III. 
The  oak  leaves  have  kept  it  well  shaded, 

The  branches  grow  round  like  a  screen; 

I'm  sure  it  would  never  be  seen. 
I  do  want  to  tell  you  about  it, 

I'm  sure  you'd  enjoy  it  so  well; 
But  I  can't,  for  you  see  it's  a  secret, 

And  I  promised  I  never  would  tell, 

I  promised  I  never  would  tell. 

(28) 


A  MERRY  LIFE. 

LAUREL  Music  READER. 
Some  think  the  world  is  made  for  fun  and  frolic, 

And  so  do  I.    And  so  do  I. 
Some  think  it  well  to  be  all  melancholic, 

To  pine  and  sigh,  To  pine  and  sigh. 
But  I,  I  love  to  spend  my  time  in  singing 

Some  joyous  song,  Some  joyous  song. 
To  set  the  air  with  music  bravely  ringing, 

Is  far  from  wrong.     Is  far  from  wrong. 

CHORUS  : 

Harken,  Harken,  Music  sounds  afar. 
Harken,  Harken,  Music  sounds  afar. 
Tra-la-la-la,  tra-la-la-la,  tra-la-la-la,  tra-la-la-la, 
Joy  is  everywhere,  Tra-la-la-la,  tra-la-la-la. 

Ah,  me,  'tis  strange  that  some  should  take  to  sighing, 

And  like  it  well.     And  like  it  well. 
For  me,  I  have  not  thought  it  worth  the  trying, 

So  cannot  tell.     So  cannot  tell. 
With  laugh,  and  dance,  and  song,  the  day  soon  passes, 

Full  soon  is  gone,  Full  soon  is  gone. 
For  mirth  was  made  for  joyous  lads  and  lassies 

To  call  their  own.    To  call  their  own. 


WHISTLING  JOE. 

LEAFLET  XI. 

There's  a  sound  in  early  dawning, 
Shrill  and  clear  it  rings  each  morning, 
Ev'ry  thought  of  slumber  scorning; 

Hear  him,  Whistling  Joe ! 
'Tis  when  the  world  from  sleep  is  waking, 
While  to  work  his  way  he's  taking, 
L/oud  the  music  he  is  making^ 

Hear  him  whistling!     [Whistle] 

Hear  him  whistling!     [Whistle] 

Merry  Whistling  Joe ! 

Hid  in  trees,  his  tune  completing, 
Robins  sing  their  notes  in  greeting, 
For  a  word  they  seem  entreating; 

Merry  Whistling  Joe ! 
And  tho'  the  day  be  dark  and  dreary, 
Still  we  hear  his  whistle  cheery; 
He  is  never  sad  or  weary; 

Hear  him  whistling!     [Whistle] 

Hear  him  whistling!     [Whistle] 

Merry  Whistling  Joe ! 

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LAUGHING  WITH  SUNLIGHT. 

MEI/ODIC  SECOND 


Now  laughing  with  sunlight  the  heavens  are  blue, 
The  fields  with  gay  flowers  are  bursting  anew  ; 
With  verdure  and  blossoms  the  orchard  grows  fair, 
And  larks  with  sweet  music  are  filling  the  air  — 
And  larks  with  sweet  music  are  filling  the  air. 

We  play  in  the  meadow  and  hear  the  birds  sing, 
We  see  on  the  hilltop  the  gladness  of  Spring; 
All  nature  is  beaming  with  rapture  and  love, 
And  sunlight  comes  smiling  down  from  above  — 
And  sunlight  comes  smiling  down  from  above. 


THE  OWL  AND  THE  PUSSY  CAT. 

SHEET  Music. 

The  Owl  and  the  Pussy  Cat  went  to  sea 

In  a  beautiful  pea  green  boat ; 
They  took  some  honey  and  plenty  of  money 

Wrapped  up  in  a  five-pound  note. 
The  Owl  looked  up  to  the  stars  above, 

And  sang  to  his  small  guitar, 
"Oh,  lovely  Pussy,  Oh,  Pussy,  my  love, 

What  a  wonderful  Pussy  you  are." 

Pussy  said  to  the  Owl,  "You  elegant  fowl, 

How  charmingly  sweet  you  sing, 
Oh,  let  us  be  married,  too  long  we  have  tarried, 

But  what  shall  we  do  for  a  ring?" 
So  they  sailed  away,  for  a  year  and  a  day, 

To  the  land  where  the  Bong  tree  grows, 
And  there  in  a  wood,  a  Piggy-wig  stood, 

With  a  ring  at  the  end  of  his  nose. 

"Dear  Pig,  are  you  willing  to  sell  for  a  shilling 

Your  ring?"     Said  the  Piggy,  "I  will." 
So  they  took  it  away  and  were  married  next  day 

By  the  turkey  who  lives  on  the  hill. 
They  dined  on  mince,  and  on  slices  of  quince 

Which  they  ate  with  a  runcible  spoon, 
And  hand  in  hand,  on  the  edge  of  the  sand 

They  danced  by  the  light  of  the  moon. 
[Repeat  pp.] 


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WHERE  THE  FLAG  IS  FULL  OF  STARS. 

LEAFLET  No.  X. 

I. 

'Tis  fine  to  see  the  Old  World,  and  to  travel  up  and  down 
Among  the  famous  palaces  and  cities  of  renown, 
To  admire  the  crumbly  castles  and  the  statues  of  the  kings, 
But  now  I  think  I've  had  enough  of  antiquated  things. 

CHORUS  : 

So  it's  home  again,  and  home  again,  America  for  me! 
My  heart  is  turning  home  again,  and  there  I  long  to  be ; 
In  the  land  of  youth  and  freedom  beyond  the  ocean  bars, 
Where  the  air  is  full  of  sunlight  and  the  flag  is  full  of  stars. 

II. 

Oh,  London  is  a  man's  town,  there's  power  in  the  air ; 

And  Paris  is  a  woman's  town,  with  flowers  in  her  hair ; 

And  it's  sweet  to  dream  in  Venice,  and  it's  great  to  study  Rome 

But  when  it  conies  to  living,  there  is  no  place  like  home. 

III. 

I  know  that  Europe's  wonderful,  yet  something  seems  to  lack : 
The  Past  is  too  much  with  her,  and  the  people  looking  back. 
But  the  glory  of  the  Present  is  to  make  the  Future  free, 
We  love  our  land  for  what  she  is,  and  what  she  is  to  be. 

[Chorus  for  last  stanza.] 

Oh,  it's  home  again,  and  home  again,  America  for  me ! 
I  want  a  ship  that's  westward  bound  to  plow  the  rolling  sea, 
To  the  Land  of  Room  Enough  beyond  the  ocean  bars, 
Where  the  air  is  full  of  sunlight  and  the  flag  is  full  of  stars. 


THE  CALL  TO  ARMS. 

LEAFLET  V. 

Hark,  hark  to  the  trumpet  resounding,  It  calls  to  the  patriot  brave. 
To  arms,  every  loyal  son  and  true,  With  zeal  and  courage  our  land  to  save. 
Our  homes  and  our  altars  defending,  March  on,  march  on  to  war. 
Then  forward,  brave  advancing,  March  to  the  cannon's  roar. 
With  banners  aloft  proudly  waving,  Unnumbered  they  press  along, 
While  cheers  rend  the  air  as  on  they  go,  A  mighty  throng. 
For  Freedom,  for  Freedom,  for  Liberty,  their  cry; 
On,  on  to  the  battle,  brave  and  strong,  To  win  or  die. 


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MOUNT  VERNON  BELLS. 

I. 

Where  Potomac's  stream  is  flowing  Virginia's  border  through ; 
Where  the  white-sailed  ships  are  going,  Sailing  to  the  ocean  blue; 
Hushed  the  sound  of  mirth  and  singing,  Silent  every  one ; 
While  the  solemn  bells  are  ringing,  By  the  tomb  of  Washington. 

CHORUS  : 

Tolling  and  knelling  With  a  sad,  sweet  sound ; 
O'er  the  wave  the  tones  are  swelling,  By  Mount  Vernon's  sacred  ground. 

II. 

Long  ago  the  warrior  slumbered ;  Our  country's  Father  slept. 
Long,  among  the  angels  numbered,  They  the  hero-soul  have  kept. 
But  the  children's  children  love  him,  And  his  name  revere, 
So,  where  willows  wave  above  him,  Sweetly  still  his  knell  you  hear. 

CHORUS  : 

III. 

Sail,  O  ships,  across  the  billows,  And  bear  the  story  far, 
How  he  sleeps  beneath  the  willows,  First  in  peace  and  first  in  war, 
Tell  while  sweet  adieus  are  swelling,  Till  you  come  again, 
He  within  the  hearts  is  dwelling,  Of  his  loving  countrymen. 

CHORUS  : 


A  HERO'S  BIRTHDAY. 

VI. 


Our  country  is  the  broadest,  And  the  best  beneath  the  sun, 
And  the  birthdays  of  its  heroes  We  remember,  every  one. 

CHORUS  : 

Here  are  many  feet  for  marching,  Like  the  soldiers,  two  and  two, 
Here  are  many  hands  uplifting  Our  own  red  and  white  and  blue. 

'Tis  (Lincoln  that)  we  honor,  And  for  him  we  children  bring 
'Tis  (Washington)  we  honor,  And  for  him  we  children  bring 
Each  new  year  our  fresh  young  voices,  Glad  his  birthday  song  to  sing. 

CHORUS  : 

He  ne'er  shall  be  forgotten,  While  his  story  we  can  tell, 
We  salute  his  picture  proudly,  He,  who  served  his  country  well. 

CHORUS  : 


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GOD  OF  THE  NATIONS. 

SCHOOL  SONG  BOOK. 

God  of  the  nations  in  glory  enthroned, 

Upon  our  loved  country  Thy  blessings  pour ; 

Guide  us  and  guard  us  from  strife  in  the  future, 

Let  Peace  dwell  among  us  for  evermore. 

Proudly  our  Banner  now  gleams  with  golden  luster, 

Brighter  each  star  shines  in  the  glorious  cluster. 

Hail,  Hail,  Hail,  banner  of  the  free, 

And  Peace  and  Union,  and  Peace  and  Union 

Throughout  our  'happy  land. 


STAR  SPANGLED  BANNER. 

SONGS  OF  LONG  AGO. 
I. 

O  say,  can  you  see  by  the  dawn's  early  light, 

What  so  proudly  we  hailed  at  the  twilight's  last  gleaming ; 
Whose  broad  stripes  and  bright  stars  thro'  the  perilous  fight, 

O'er  the  ramparts  we  watched,  were  so  gallantly  streaming? 
And  the  rockets'  red  glare,  bombs  bursting  in  air! 
Gave  proof  thro'  the  night  that  our  flag  was  still  there ! 

CHORUS  : 

O  say,  does  the  star-spangled  banner  yet  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free,  and  the  home  of  the  brave? 

II. 

On  the  shore  dimly  seen  thro'  the  mists  o'er  the  deep, 

Where  the  foes'  haughty  hosts  in  dread  silence  reposes, 

What  is  that  which  the  breeze,  o'er  the  towering  steep, 
As  it  fitfully  blows,  half  conceals,  half  discloses? 

Now  it  catches  the  gleam  of  the  morning's  first  beam, 

Tn  full  glory  reflected,  now  shines  on  the  stream — 

CHORUS  : 

'Tis  the  star-spangled  banner !  oh  !  long  may  it  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free,  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 

III. 

Oh,  thus  be  it  ever  when  freemen  shall  stand 

Between  their  loved  home  and  the  war's  desolation ; 

Blest  with  vict'ry  and  peace,  may  the  heav'n  rescued  land, 
Praise  the  pow'r  that  hath  made  and  preserved  us  a  nation ! 

Then  conquer  we  must,  for  our  cause  it  is  just, 

And  this  be  our  motto — "In  God  is  our  trust," 

CHORUS  : 

And  the  star-spangled  banner  in  triumph  shall  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free,  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 

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BATTLE  HYMN  OF  THE  REPUBLIC. 

SONGS  OF  LONG  AGO. 

I. 

Mine  eyes  have  seen  the  glory  of  the  coming  of  the  Lord ; 
He  is  tramping  out  the  vintage,  where  the  grapes  of  wrath  are  stored 
He  hath  loos'd  the  fateful  lightning  of  His  terrible  swift  sword; 
His  truth  is  marching  on. 

CHORUS  : 

Glory,  glory  hallelujah!     Glory,  glory  hallelujah! 
Glory,  glory  hallelujah!     His  truth  is  marching  on. 

II. 

I  have  seen  Him  in  the  watch-fires  of  a  hundred  circling  camps ; 
They  have  builded  Him  an  altar  in  the  evening  dews  and  damps ; 
I  can  read  His  righteous  sentence  by  the  dim  and  flaring  lamps; 
His  truth  is  marching  on. 
CHORUS  : 

III. 

He  has  sounded  forth  the  trumpet  that  shall  never  call  retreat; 
He  is  sifting  out  the  hearts  of  men  before  His  judgment  seat; 
Oh  be  swift  my  soul  to  answer  Him!  be  jubilant  my  feet! 
Our  God  is  marching  on. 
CHORUS  : 

IV. 

In  the  beauty  of  the  lilies,  Christ  was  born  across  the  sea ; 
With  a  glory  in  His  bosom,  that  transfigures  you  and  me ; 
As  he  died  to  make  men  holy,  let  us  die  to  make  men  free ; 
While  God  is  marching  on. 
CHORUS  : 


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COLUMBIA,  THE  GEM  OF  THE  OCEAN. 

SONGS  OF  LONG  AGO. 

I. 

Oh,  Columbia,  the  gem  of  the  ocean,  The  home  of  the  brave  and  the  free, 
The  shrine  of  each  patriot's  devotion,  A  world  offers  homage  to  thee ; 
Thy  mandates  make  heroes  assemble,  When  Liberty's  form  stands  in  view; 
Thy  banners  make  tyranny  tremble,  When  borne  by  the  red,  white  and  blue. 

CHORUS  : 

When  borne  by  the  red,  white  and  blue,  When  borne  by  the  red,  white  and  blue, 
Thy  banners  make  tyranny  tremble,  When  borne  by  the  red,  white  and  blue. 

II. 

When  war  wing'd  its  wide  desolation,  And  threaten'd  the  land  to  deform, 
The  ark  then  of  freedom's  foundation,  Columbia  rode  safe  thro'  the  storm; 
With  the  garlands  of  vict'ry  around  her,  When  so  proudly  she  bore  her  brave  crew, 
With  her  flag  proudly  floating  before  her,  The  boast  of  the  red,  white  and  blue. 

CHORUS  : 

The  boast  of  the  red,  white  and  blue,  The  boast  of  the  red,  white  and  blue, 
With  her  flag  proudly  floating  before  her,  The  boast  of  the  red,  white  and  blue. 

III. 

The  star-spangled  banner  bring  hither,  O'er  Columbia's  true  sons  let  it  wave ; 
May  the  wreaths  they  have  won  never  wither,  Nor  its  stars  cease  to  shine  on  the  brave. 
May  the  service  united  ne'er  sever,  But  hold  to  their  colors  so  true, 
The  army  and  navy  forever,  Three  cheers  for  the  red,  white  and  blue. 

CHORUS  : 

Three  cheers  for  the  red,  white  and  blue,  Three  cheers  for  the  red,  white  and  blue, 
The  army  and  navy  forever,  Three  cheers  for  the  red,  white  and  blue. 


AMERICA. 

SONGS  OF  LONG  AGO. 

I. 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee,  Sweet  land  of  liberty,  Of  thee  I  sing; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died,  Land  of  the  pilgrims'  pride, 
From  ev'ry  mountain  side  Let  freedom  ring. 

II. 

My  native  country!  thee,  Land  of  the  noble  free,  Thy  name  I  love; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills,  Thy  woods  and  templed  hills ; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills,  Like  that  above. 

III. 

Let  music  swell  the  breeze,  And  ring  from  all  the  trees  Sweet  freedom's  song: 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake,  Let  all  that  breathe  partake, 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break,  The  sound  prolong. 

IV. 

Our  father's  God  to  thee,  Author  of  liberty,  To  thee  we  sing; 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright  With  freedom's  holy  light ; 
Protect  us  by  Thy  might,  Great  God,  our  King. 

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FLAG  OF  OUR  NATION. 

TEACHERS'  EDITION. 

I. 

This  is  the  song  we  sing,  Flag  of  our  nation ! 
To  thee  all  honor  bring,  Flag  of  our  nation ! 
For  thee  our  fathers  fought,  Counting  all  else  as  naught, 
Great  was  the  work  they  wrought,  Our  nation's  Flag! 

II. 

Proudly  it  floats  on  high,  Flag  of  our  nation  ! 
Blue  as  the  summer  sky,  Flag  of  our  nation! 
Red  as  the  rose  is  red,  White  as  the  clouds  o'erhead, 
Brave  mert  you  oft  have  led,  Our  nation's  Flag! 


SONG  OF  PEACE. 

SUNDAY  SCHOOL  HYMN. 

I. 

Forward,  all  ye  faithful,  Seeking  love  and  peace, 
Hast'ning  on  the  era  When  all  strife  shall  cease; 
All  the  saintly  sages,  Lead  us  in  the  way, 
Forward  in  their  footsteps,  T'ward  that  perfect  day. 

II. 

Raise  the  voice  of  triumph,  "Peace  on  earth,  good  will"; 
Angels  sang  this  anthem,  Let  us  sing  it  still ; 
War's  foundations  quiver  At  this  song  of  peace. 
Brothers,  let  us  sing  it  Till  all  strife  shall  cease. 

III. 

Children  of  One  Father,  Are  the  nations  all; 
"Children  mine,  beloved,"  Each  one  doth  He  call. 
Be  ye  not  divided,  All  one  family; 
One  in  mind  and  spirit,  And  in  charity. 

IV. 

Wealth  and  power  shall  perish,  Nations  rise  and  wane ; 
Love  of  others  only  Steadfast  will  remain; 
Hate  and  Greed  can  never  'Gainst  this  love  prevail ; 
It  shall  stand  triumphant  When  all  else  shall  fail. 


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OLD  FLAG  FOREVER. 

SHEET  Music. 
I. 

She's  up  there — Old  Glory-— where  lightnings  are  sped; 
She  dazzles  the  nations  with  ripples  of  red; 
And  she'll  wave  o'er  us  living,  or  droop  o'er  us  dead — 
The  flag  of  our  country  forever. 

CHORUS  : 

She's  up  there — Old  Glory — no  tyrant-dealt  scars — 
No  blur  on  her  brightness — no  stain  on  her  stars ! 
The  brave  blood  of  heroes  hath  crimsoned  her  bars — 
She's  the  flag  of  our  country  forever ! 

II. 

She's  up  there — Old  Glory — how  bright  the  stars  stream  ! 
And  the  stripes  like  red  signals  of  liberty  gleam ! 
And  we  dare  for  her  living,  or  dream  the  last  dream 
'Neath  the  flag  of  our  country  forever. 
CHORUS  : 


OUR  COUNTRY'S  FLAG. 

SHEET  Music. 

Fling  out  our  flag  to  the  breezes,  Flash  it  out  under  the  sky; 
Tumble  and  toss  as  it  pleases,  Proudly  'twill  float  there  on  high. 
Welcome  it,  wind,  politely,  Flutter  its  fair  folds  lightly, 
The  flag  that  we  love  all  flags  above,  Smile  on  it,  sunshine,  brightly. 

CHORUS  : 

We'll  shelter  each  silver  star;  We'll  cherish  each  brilliant  bar, 
Three  cheers  for  our  banner,  Here's  in  our  best  manner, 
Hurrah  !  hurrah  !  hurrah  ! 

Float  out  its  stripes  o'er  the  ocean,  Flash  out  its  stars  o'er  the  land; 
Give  it  our  deepest  devotion,  Guard  it  with-  heart  and  with  hand. 
Greet  it  with  admiration,  Hail  it  with  acclamation, 

And  ever  be  true,  to  the  red,  white  and  blue,  The  honor  and  hope  of  our  nation. 

CHORUS  : 


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THE  COMING  BAY  OF  PEACE, 

SONGS  OF  LONG  AGO. 

Mine  eyes  have  seen  the  dawning  of  a  bright  and  glorious  day, 
When  the  war  god's  reign  of  anguish  shall  fore'er  have  passed  away; 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  in  beauty  o'er  the  nations  shall  hold  sway, 
For  truth  the  day  must  gain. 

CHORUS  : 

Glory,  glory,  hallelujah!     Glory,  glory,  hallelujah! 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah!     The  Prince  of  Peace  shall  reign. 

The  war  cloud  shall  no  longer  cast  its  blight  o'er  all  the  earth ; 
Nor  in  army  camps  and  barracks  shall  all  evil  things  find  birth ; 
Nor  a  human  soul  be  treated  as  a  thing  of  trifling  worth, 
For  right  the  day  must  gain. 
CHORUS  : 

The  plow  in  peaceful  industry  shall  supersede  the  sword, 
And  the  pruning  hook  the  bloody  spear,  for  so  hath  said  His  word ; 
While  the  nations  trust  for  safety  in  the  banner  of  the  Lord, 
For  peace  at  last  must  reign. 
CHORUS  : 


THE  LANDING  OF  THE  PILGRIMS. 


I. 

The  breaking  waves  dashed  high  On  a  stern  and  rock-bound  coast, 

The  woods  against  the  stormy  sky  Their  giant  branches  tossed  ; 

The  heavy  night  hung  dark,  The  hill  and  waters  o'er, 

When  a  band  of  exiles  moored  their  bark  On  the  wild  New  England  shore. 

II. 

Not  as  the  conqueror  comes,  They,  the  true-hearted  came; 

Not  with  the  roll  of  stirring  drums,  Or  trump  that  sings  of  fame  ; 

Not  as  the  flying  come,  In  silence  and  in  fear, 

They  shook  the  depths  of  desert  gloom  With  hymns  of  lofty  cheer. 

III. 

What  sought  they  thus  afar,  Bright  jewels  of  the  mine? 

The  wealth  of  seas,  the  spoils  of  war?     They  sought  a  faith's  pure  shrine. 

Ay,  call  it  holy  ground,  The  soil  where  first  they  trod, 

They  have  left  unstained  that  there  they  found,  Freedom  to  worship  God. 


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NOVEMBER. 

TWO-PART  SONGS. 

The  treasures  of  golden  September  That  grew  in  the  sunshine  of  May, 
Are  strewn  in  the  lap  of  November,  The  month  with  the  Thanksgiving  Day. 

The  work  of  the  reapers  is  over,  The  harvest  is  all  gathered  in, 

The  wheat  and  the  barley  and  clover,  Ere  the  storms  of  the  winter  begin. 

Be  thankful,  and  ever  remember  Whose  hand  strewed  the  gifts  by  your  way, 
Who  filleth  the  lap  of  November,  The  month  with  the  Thanksgiving  Day. 


HYMN  FOR  THANKSGIVING. 

SUPPLEMENTARY  SONG  SERIES  No.  3. 
This  day,  our  fathers  set  apart  for  earnest  gratitude, 
Calls  once  again  on  every  heart  for  thankfulness  renewed. 
We  thank  Thee  for  the  golden  field  that  fills  the  bounteous  bin, 
For  all  the  good  earth's  outward  yield  and  for  the  love  within. 

We  know  that  Thou  from  first  to  last  hast  blessed,  O  Lord,  our  time 
We  thank  Thee  for  our  country's  past  and  for  its  noble  prime; 
We  thank  Thee  for  the  golden  field  that  fills  the  bounteous  bin, 
For  all  the  good  earth's  outward  yield  and  for  the  love  within. 


THANKSGIVING  SONG. 

TEACHERS'  EDITION. 

I. 

The  apples  have  been  gathered,  And  piled  m  ruddy  heaps, 
And  down  among  the  grasses,  The  purple  aster  sleeps. 
We've  brought  the  glossy  chestnuts,  From  hillsides  far  and  near, 
And  soon  it  will  be  coming,  The  glad  day  of  the  year. 

II. 

Thanksgiving  day  is  coming,  The  glad  Thanksgiving  day! 
We  count  the  nights  and  mornings  That  slowly  pass  away. 
We'll  have  a  merry  frolic,  When  it  at  last  is  here ; 
When  harvests  all  are  gathered,  And  winter  days  are  near. 


NUTTING  SONG. 

LEAFLET  VI. 

Now  the  woods  are  prime  for  the  nutting  time,  The  merriest  time  of  all ; 
When  we  children  dare  with  the  squirrel  share  The  frolic  and  feast  of  fall ! 
Tho'  the  frost  folk  white  were  abroad  last  night,  The  morning  is  blue  and  gold ; 
Come,  away  we'll  troop  in  a  jolly  group,  Where  the  chestnut  burrs  unfold. 

The  hickory  stands,  gems  in  his  hands,  The  hazel  hides  jewels  brown; 
Sweet  music  make,  as  the  trees  we  shake,  And  they  tinkle  and  twinkle  down. 
In  that  tingling  chime  of  the  autumn  time,  So  full  of  the  fall's  crisp  cheer, 
When  we  gather  health,  with  the  wood's  ripe  wealth,  In  this  blithest  time  o'  year ! 

(39) 


THANGSGIVING  SONG. 

LEAFLET  No.  VI. 
I. 

At  rest,  the  earth  rejoices,  Her  fair  fields  dreaming  lie, 
While  we,  with  mingled  voices,  Lift  tuneful  thanks  on  high, 
For  granaries  o'erflowing  With  gold  of  summer's  prime — 
Thy  bounteous  bestowing,  O  Lord,  at  harvest  time. 

II. 

For  hearth  fires  brightly  burning,  That  shine,  a  beacon  star 
To  light  the  glad  returning  Of  dear  ones  from  afar, 
For  this  last  year  that  finds  us —  At  home,  a  happy  throng, 
For  love,  that  closer  binds  us ;  Hear  our  Thanksgiving  song. 


COMING. 

I. 

Thanksgiving  day  is  on  the  way,  And  tho'  November  skies  are  gray, 
We  mind  it  not,  for  this  bright  spot  Will  make  the  whole  month  gay. 

II. 

Come  gather  all  the  wealth  of  fall,  To  brim  the  barn  and  deck  the  hall ; 
For  those  who  roam  will  hasten  home  To  heed  Thanksgiving's  call. 

III. 

Thanksgiving  cheer  is  drawing  near,  Come,  children,  sing  with  voices  clear, 
Your  thankful  love  to  One  above — Thanksgiving  time  is  here ! 


OVER  THE  RIVER. 

LEAFLET  VI. 

Over  the  river  and  through  the  wood  to  Grandfather's  house  we  go ; 

The  horse  knows  the  way  to  carry  the  sleigh,  Thro'  the  white  and  drifted  snow. 

Over  the  river  and  through  the  wood,  How  cold  the  wind  does  blow! 

It  stings  our  toes  and  bites  our  nose,  As  over  the  ground  we  go. 


A  PRAISE  SONG. 

LEAFLET  VI. 

I. 

The  harvest  days  are  over,  The  fruits  are  gathered  in, 
The  riches  of  earth's  bounty  Fill  every  barn  and  bin. 

CHORUS  : 

To  God  we  give  our  thanks, 
For  all  earth's  bounteous  yield  We  thank  Him. 

II. 

While  other  lands  afar  Are  fierce  in  bloody  strife, 
Sweet  peace  in  mercy  settles  O'er  all  our  happy  life. 
CHORUS  : 

III. 

We  thank  Thee  for  protection  From  war's  destructive  hand, 

For  freedom  from  oppression,  Throughout  our  native  land. 

CHORUS  : 

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THANKSGIVING. 

LEAFLET  VI. 

L 

At  the  end  of  the  drear  November,  In  a  setting  dull  and  gray, 
Comes  a  time  we  long  remember,  'Tis  our  bright  Thanksgiving  day. 
See  the  pumpkins  turned  so  yellow,  Ripened  for  Thanksgiving  pies ; 
And  the  apples  grown  so  mellow  For  the  children's  dancing  eyes. 

II. 

And  the  nuts  have  long  been  keeping  All  their  sweetness  stored  away, 
And  the  popcorn  has  been  sleeping  To  wake  up  Thanksgiving  day. 
All  the  summer  has  been  bringing  To  the  Autumn  gifts  of  cheer ; 
And  the  songs  that  we  are  singing,  Hold  the  thanks  of  all  the  year. 


CHILDREN'S  PRAISE. 

LEAFLET  VI. 
I. 

As  the  Autumn  time,  returning,  Brings  again  Thanksgiving  days, 
We  would  lift  our  youthful  voices,  Singing  songs  of  grateful  praise. 

II. 

Praise  to  God,  our  heav'nly  Father,  Watching  from  His  throne  above, 
Filling  each  day's  golden  measure  With  the  golden  fruits  of  love. 

III. 

Winter,  Spring  and  Summer,  passing,  Each  a  blessing  left  behind, 
From  the  bounty  of  our  Father,  To  His  children,  ever  kind. 

IV. 

So  we  praise  Thee,  heav'nly  Father,  For  the  ceaseless  stream  of  good, 
Flowing  ever  from  Thy  bounty  In  a  rich  unending  flood. 


THE  FIRST  THANKSGIVING. 

SUPPLEMENTARY  SONG  SERIES  No.  IV. 

I. 

The  sea  is  blue,  the  trail  is  brown, 
When  old  Massasoit  comes  stalking  down 
With  a  hundred  braves  to  Plymouth  town, 

On  the  first  Thanksgiving  day. 
Through  the  village  they  wander  to  and  fro, 
Where  the  great  brass  kettles  are  hanging  low 
And  the  fires  in  the  big  brick  ovens  glow, 

On  the  first  Thanksgiving  day. 

II. 

The  sea  is  blue,  the  day  is  fair, 

And  sav'ry  odors  fill  the  air, 

Of  turkey  and  venison,  quail  and  hare, 

On  the  first  Thanksgiving  day. 
The  warriors  grave  are  eager  yet  shy, 
For  ne'er  before  had  Indian  eye 
Seen  a  cranberry  tart  or  a  pumpkin  pie, 

Till  the  first  Thanksgiving  day. 

III. 

Beside  the  fort  the  feast  is  spread, 

With  Gov'nor  Bradford  at  the  head. 

Oh,  fervent  the  pray'r  of  thanksgiving  he  said 

On  the  first  Thanksgiving  day. 
Then  under  the  shade  of  elm  and  oak, 
The  savages  grim  and  Pilgrim  folk 
The  pipe  of  Peace  together  smoke, 

On  the  first  Thanksgiving  day. 

(41) 


CHRISTMAS  SONG. 

I. 

The  midnight  sky  was  bright  with  stars,  The  silver  moon  look'd  down, 
And  weary  men  had  gone  to  rest  Within  the  little  town ; 
The  shepherds  dozed  beside  their  flocks,  Forgetting  day's  long  care, 
When  angel  voices  broke  their  dreams  And  glory  fill'd  the  air. 

CHORUS  : 

"Now  glory  to  our  God  on  high," 
Their  silver  voices  rang, 

"And  peace  to  men  of  humble  heart," 
The  joyous  angels  sang, 
The  angels  sang,  the  joyous  angels  sang. 

II. 

Three  wise  men  wand'ring  o'er  the  waste  Are  guided  by  a  light, 
It  is  a  Star  that  smiles  on  them,  And  leads  them  through  the  night; 
It  pauses  o'er  a  stable  rude,  The  door  is  just  ajar, 
And  one  small  ray  of  feeble  light  Creeps  out  to  meet  the  Star. 

CHORUS  : 
"What  means  this  light?"  the  Magi  said, 

"The  Star— it  standeth  still," 
The  shepherds  in  a  breathless  haste 

Came  running  from  the  hill ; 

They  only  found — a  stable  dark  and  still. 

III. 

They  softly  push'd  the  door  aside,  Led  by  that  tiny  ray, 
And  found  a  little  new-born  babe  Amid  the  fragrant  hay; 
His  loving  mother  held  Him  close,  The  ox  look'd  from  his  stall, 
For  Him  no  other  house  hath  room,  The  loving  Friend  of  all. 

CHORUS  : 
Now  glory  to  our  God  on  high, 

Come,  little  children,  sing, 
And  pray  that  peace  may  dawn  on  earth, 

And  all  its  blessings  bring, 

Hate  rules  no  more ;  and  Love  Divine  is  King. 


0  LITTLE  TOWN  OF  BETHLEHEM. 

INTERMEDIATE. 

O  little  town  of  Bethlehem,  How  still  we  see  thee  lie ! 
Above  thy  deep  and  dreamless  sleep  The  silent  stars  go  by ; 
Yet  in  the  dark  streets  shineth,  The  everlasting  Light ; 
The  hopes  and  fears  of  all  the  years,  Are  met  in  thee  tonight. 

How  silently,  how  silently,  The  wondrous  gift  is  giv'n ! 

So  God  imparts  to  human  hearts,  The  blessing  of  His  heav'n. 

No  ear  may  hear  His  coming,  But  in  this  world  of  sin, 

Where  meek  souls  will  receive  Him  still,  The  dear  Christ  enters  in. 

O  holy  Child  of  Bethlehem,  Descend  to  us,  we  pray; 
Cast  out  our  sin  and  enter  in,  Be  born  in  us  today. 
We  hear  the  Christmas  angels,  The  great,  glad  tidings  tell ; 
O  come  to  us,  abide  with  us,  Our  Lord  Emmanuel. 

(42) 


IT  CAME  UPON  THE  MIDNIGHT  CLEAR. 

INTERMEDIATE. 

It  came  upon  the  midnight  clear,  That  glorious  song  of  old, 
From  angels  bending  near  the  earth,  To  touch  their  harps  of  gold ; 
"Peace  to  the  earth,  good  will  to  men,  From  heav'n's  all  gracious  King !' 
The  world  in  solemn  stillness  lay,  To  hear  the  angels  sing ! 

Still  thro'  the  cloven  skies  they  come,  With  peaceful  wings  unfurled; 
And  still  their  heav'nly  music  floats,  O'er  all  the  weary  world; 
Above  its  sad  and  lowly  plains,  They  bend  on  heav'nly  wing ; 
And  ever  o'er  its  Babel  sounds,  The  blessed  angels  sing. 

And  ye,  beneath  life's  crushing  load,  Whose  forms  are  bending  low, 
Who  toil  along  the  climbing  way  With  painful  steps  and  slow, 
Look  now !  for  glad  and  golden  hours,  Come  swiftly  on  the  wing ; 
O  rest  beside  the  weary  road,  And  hear  the  angels  sing! 

For  lo !  the  days  are  hast'ning  on,  By  prophet  bards  foretold, 
When  with  the  ever  circling  years,  Comes  round  the  age  of  gold ; 
When  Peace  shall  over  all  the  earth,  Its  ancient  splendors  fling, 
And  the  whole  world  send  back  the  song,  Which  now  the  angels  sing. 


CHRISTMAS  CAROL. 

INTERMEDIATE. 

I. 

The  bells  of  time  ring  out  the  chime  Of  merry,  merry  greeting; 
And  o'er  the  earth  in  joyous  mirth,  All  hearts  with  love  are  beating. 
In  heaven  far  the  blessed  star  Of  Bethlehem  shines  o'er  us, 
And  sing  again,  "Good  will  to  men!"  Floats  from  the  angel  chorus. 

II. 

The  earth  and  air  all  seem  to  share  The  olden  Christmas  glory ; 

And  now  once  more  glad  hearts  tell  o'er  Christ's  sweet  and  wondrous  story. 

So  let  us  raise  to  Him  our  praise,  Whose  love  still  hovers  o'er  us, 

And  sing  again,  "Good  will  to  men !"  With  heaven's  angel  chorus. 

III. 

Sing  o'er  and  o'er  the  glory  song,  Once  sung  by  angel  voices ; 
Let  all  the  thrilling  strains  prolong,  Till  all  the  earth  rejoices. 
Till  all  shall  love  the  Manger  King,  And  join  the  angel  chorus; 
And  unto  Him  sweet  praises  bring,  Whose  love  aye  hovers  o'er  us. 


(43) 


CHRISTMAS  SONG. 

STANDARD  COLLECTION  OF  SCHOOL  SONGS. 

I. 

Oh,  holy  night,  the  stars  are  brightly  shining; 
It  is  the  night  of  our  dear  Savior's  birth. 
Long  lay  the  world  in  sin  and  error  pining, 
Till  He  appeared  and  the  soul  felt  His  worth. 
A  thrill  of  hope  the  weary  world  rejoices, 
For  yonder  breaks  a  new  and  glorious  morn. 

CHORUS  : 

Fall  on  your  knees ! 
O  hear  the  angel  voices ! 
O  night  divine, 

O  night  when  Christ  was  born. 
O  night,  O  holy  night, 
O  night  divine. 

II. 

Truly  He  taught  us  to  love  one  another, 

His  law  is  love  and  His  gospel  is  peace ; 

Chains  shall  He  break,  for  the  slave  is  our  brother 

And  in  His  name  all  oppression  shall  cease. 

Sweet  hymns  of  joy  in  grateful  chorus  we  sing, 

Let  all  within  us  praise  His  holy  name. 


HARK!  THE  BELLS. 

LEAFLET  No.  II. 

I. 

Hark !  the  bells,  the  bells  of  Christmas  sound  far  across  the  sea, 
Ringing  o'er  the  frosty  ground,  Making  dulcet  melody ; 
O'er  the  frosty  ground,  making  melody. 
Soft  and  low,  still  they  go,  Swinging,  ringing,  to  and  fro. 

II. 

Hark !  the  winds,  the  winds  across  the  mold,  Shrieking  keen  and  shrill, 
Bearing  sounds  from  regions  cold,  Sounds  from  o'er  the  vale  and  hill ; 
Bearing  sounds  from  regions  cold,  o'er  vale  and  hill. 
Fierce  they  blow,  as  they  go,  Swirling,  whirling,  'mid  the  snow. 

III. 

Hark!  the  bells,  the  joyous  bells  again,  In  the  distance  chime, 
Heard  above  the  wind  and  rain,  Hear  the  bells  of  Christmas  time; 
Heard  above  the  wind,  Sweet  bells  of  Christmas  time. 
Soft  and  low !  still  they  go,  Swinging,  ringing,  to  and  fro. 

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HOLY 

SONGS  OF  SCHOOL  AND-Fi;.\G;»p..7K  '-.' 

I. 

Silent  night,  holy  night, 
All  is  calm,  all  is  bright 
'Round  you,  Virgin  Mother  and  Child, 
Holy  Infant  so  tender  and  mild, 
Sleep  in  heavenly  peace, 
Sleep  in  heavenly  peace. 

II. 

Silent  night,  holy  night, 
Shepherds  quake  at  the  sight, 
Glories  stream  from  heaven  afar, 
Heavenly  hosts  sing  Alleluia; 
Christ,  the  Saviour,  is  born ! 
Christ,  the  Saviour,  is  born! 

III. 

Silent  night,  hofy  night, 
Son  of  God,  love's  pure  light 
Radiant  beams  from  Thy  holy  face, 
With  the  dawn  of  redeeming  grace, 
Jesus,  Lord,  at  Thy  birth! 
Jesus,  Lord,  at  Thy  birth ! 


CHRISTMAS  BELLS. 

No.  I. 


Ring  the  bells,  the  Christmas  bells,  Chime  out  the  wondrous  story 

First  in  song  on  angel  tongues,  It  came  from  realm  of  glory; 

Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men,  Angelic  voices  ringing, 

Christ  the  Lord  to  earth  has  come,  His  glorious  message  bringing; 

Ring  the  merry,  merry  bells,  Chime  the  wondrous  story, 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high,  Forever  more  be  glory. 

\Vi>e  men  hastened  from  the  East,  To  bring  their  richest  treasures, 
Gold  and  myrrh  and  frankincense,  And  jewels  without  measure. 
Him  they  sought  although  as  King,  They  found  in  birthplace  lowly; 
There  within  a  manger  lay  The  Babe  so  pure  and  holy. 
Ring  the  merry,  merry  bells,  Chime  the  wondrous  story, 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high,  Forever  more  be  glory. 


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HARK!  THE  HERALD  ANGELS  SING. 

INTERMEDIATE. 

I. 

Hark !  the  herald  angels  sing,  Glory  to  the  newborn  King ! 
Peace  on  earth  and  mercy  mild,  God  and  sinners  reconciled; 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations  rise,  Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies ; 
With  angelic  host  proclaim,  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem. 

II. 

Christ,  by  highest  heav'n  adored ;  Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord ; 
Late  in  time  behold  Him  come,  Offspring  of  the  favored  One. 
Veiled  in  flesh,  the  Godhead  see;  Hail  th'  incarnate  Deity. 
Pleased,  as  man  with  men  to  dwell,  Jesus,  our  Immanuel ! 

III. 

Hail  the  heav'n  born  Prince  of  Peace,  Hail  the  Son  of  Righteousness ! 
Light  and  life  to  all  He  brings,  Ris'n  with  healing  in  His  wings ; 
Mild  He  lays  His  glory  by,  Born  that  man  no  more  can  die; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth,  Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 


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